Martha's berries are beginning to ripen, which means pick, pick, pick. Francesca isn't feeling well from a bout of that dreaded lyme disease and she needs to stay calm and cool inside. I, however, wanted to lend a paw in the berry patch and help with the picking. Martha really likes red currants and she makes jars and jars of delicious, clear, ruby red jelly.
I have to be very careful not to let any fall on the ground. I also have to be careful not to get stained by their juice. Francesca, with her dark coat, really doesn't have that problem.