On Sunday we went apple and blackberry picking with Aunt Cheryle and Uncle Mike. Beth Anne took these pictures (and lots others) with her new camera.
Our otherwise smooth journey met its first major hitch when my iPhone fell off somewhere in the field. After nearly half an hour of frantic searching – all the while calling the phone – eagle eyed Aunt Cheryle spied the phone in some tall grass. It turns out that it was on silent, which I had accidentally set when I put on the protective Otter case. Ooops!