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Road picking

Last weekend me and my mom wanted to go berry picking. We didn’t do much prep or research – we just went to this place we often pass by, and just sort of stopped in. It wasn’t a pick-your-own farm, but a little roadside shack.

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The main thing they sell is eggs; we bought a flat of them. I love it though, it’s just on the honour system. You pick what you want and put the money in a box. We rang the bell for assistance because we wanted to ask about raspberries.

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He told us raspberries would come in the next week or so. So we picked up some strawberries for now. Look at that nice garlic too!

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And look at this cutie. He played catch with me through the fence. He would fetch the ball and then drop it through a hole in the fence for me to toss over. Very clever. I’m calling him “he” but I don’t actually know if he’s a he. I do know he was pretty cute.

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