Carried home a pint of raspberries...
They traveled just nice in the saddlebag.
The farm's just outside of town on Queen Anne road. There's only a couple of weeks left in the season, so don't wait too long.
|Standing by the roadside on Oak Knoll, seemingly unconcerned by my presence.|
|Horchata grande, sin hielo por favor...|
|Nature, "Red in tooth and claw."|
|i dunno... maybe they like the taste of Proofide?|
|Looks like a .45 hollow point. Nasty piece of work.|