Breakfast

Yesterday morning I walked my dog in the woods. As I walked, I filled two coffee mugs with salmon berries from the bushes along the trail. Big, juicy, dark red salmonberries, perfect and ready to eat. Dexter tried a couple, but spit them out. Funny texture. He likes them just fine pureed.

Salmonberries, for those who are unfamiliar, are similar to a raspberry, and they are the ubiquitous shrubbery here in my part of the world. The flowers are tiny and dark pink in the spring (our spring, not the rest of the world's spring), and then come the berries, as per usual with plants.

Anyhow, back to my story. So we finished our walk, and we had 2 mugs of berries. We brought them home and plopped them right on top of our cereal (not the dog...he had something else for breakfast...I meant my husband and I), and there it was.

How often in life do you get to pick your breakfast on your morning walk??

On days like this, I rejoice in the wilderness that is my home, and I am so grateful to live here for a time. I have no keys to my house, no doors are locked, there are no traffic lights, and outside my door are acres upon acres of woodland for my dog and I to explore.

Lucky, lucky me.