We went raspberry picking today at Westmoreland Berry Farm. There is something so delectable about picking ripe fruit that practically jumps into your hand when you go to pluck it from the vine. You just know it is going to be delicious. The boys had fun too. Bran was trying to learn how to spot the ripe berries. Abe also did some picking, and enjoyed tasting the berries in all stages of development, even the white ones. I got some knitting done during the car ride. The right front of Tailored Scallops, which I began a few nights ago, but ended up ripping because the needles were too big, has been started again on smaller needles, and here it is. The pattern is fun so far, and I think I have it memorized now, so it should go even faster.