Picking juneberries, that's what I did on my lunchbreak today. The woman sans the curlers stood out the building's door across the street from where I was. She watched me with hawk eyes and I felt that she wanted me to see her watching me. I simply ignored her. I know she was wondering what I do with these berries. I left so many more berries in the trees.

My Zachary loves to eat these berries (half-frozen) as they are

He also loves these in smoothies