Note: It is not a Monday but I will be mentioning berries.

The other day I got an invitation to go berry picking in a nearby park. I was also told I would be able to swim so I slipped on my suit and covered it up with a t-shirt and pants so I wouldn’t get too scratched up.

It was a warm summer day and we were out around the hottest time of day in the full sun picking berries. I was seriously happy as I could be. I didn’t even really mind so much that I was getting stuck my the blackberries bushes or probably burned by the sun (whoops no sunscreen again) I was just finally enjoying having a day that really felt like summer.

I picked a decent amount of berries and decided I was ready for a swim. I found a nice little spot that was easy to get in and went for it. And by “went for it” I mean walked in slowly while adjusting to the water and them finally getting in all the way. I swam around a bit letting the waves push me back to shore and then I’d swim back out and do it again. Finally I went to a shallow area and just sat in the water enjoying the boats in the distance and the cold waves splashing my body. When I was finally done with the water I dried a little bit on the shore before finding my friends.

Then I went skipping around in the blackberry bushes in my bathing suit in the hot sun and I felt like a kid again-just for a few moments-and it was wonderful.