It was so windy, the day the Mothers' Club went berry picking, we thought the berries would blow, effortlessly, into our baskets. But it took us a while to all find eachother (bad directions from the Weekend Outing Coordinator), and in the meantime everyone paused to check out the animals and to sit on the tractors. By the time the donkey had finished licking our noses, and we'd dragged the kids away from the chickens and the turtle doves, the wind had died down some. On our way to the fields, we discovered a tiny bird's nest with three intriguingly small blue eggs. The mother bird loudly informed us of her displeasure in having her charges discovered, but no eggs were displaced on our watch.

The day turned out cool and sunny. And the winds did seem to blow ollalieberries into the willingly open mouths of the very young ones. Why do the littlest ones LIKE sour things?

Our harvest was mostly ollalieberries; raspberries were scarcer and there were almost no strawberries to be found. We ended, berry-stained but contented, and with the fixings for numerous pies.