Raining buckets

I went berry picking again. Mark had gone fishing and I wasn't really in the mood to join him. So I decided to take that time to do some berry picking. I had wanted to all day but hadn't the opportunity. What with the groceries, crawling into the house and then we washed the window. So when Mark left, it was perfect timing. I started out and when I got to the spot, I heard voices. There was a family having a picnic just over some rocks from me. They didn't seem to mind me there but their dog wasn't too happy. It was a small little puff dog and it stood on a rock and growled at me. I just laughed.

There were some really dark clouds coming so I thought I should pick fast and head home early but I had taken an ice cream pail this time and it seemed so empty. So I ignored the clouds and kept picking. Well, it started getting windy and chilly and then a few drops of rain. Then more rain. I sat beside some trees until the wind let up. It must have been only a few minutes. When it was over, I went back to picking. Then more rain and a little harder this time. So I took shelter again, but this time in a pocket of trees. There was a small tree that had grown crooked and there were a lot of branches covering it. It looked like someone had made a fort. So I crawled in and waited for the rain to stop. It took a little longer but I could see that the clouds were almost over. Sure enough, it stopped and it was a great evening for picking. Blue skies and sunshine and it warmed up. The bugs weren't even that bad. I had put bug spray on but I figured the rain and crawling into the trees had wiped it all off. Oh well. So I picked until my back hurt and went home.

I hope Mark kept dry. He went back to the secret lake that I am not naming. We've always had good luck there.