We borrowed bikes from the local Bed & Breakfast, the one that rented us the cottage. We rode our borrowed bikes across an old wooden bridge, past many berry fields, and finally parked our bikes in front of the first giant "U-PICK" sign. Then we picked strawberries! I ate most of the ones I picked. Really, instead of weighing the basket for the price, they should have weighed me before, and then weighed me after.
We continued on our bike tour and made another stop for local honey. I LOVE local honey. It's one of my passions in life. When we stopped for honey we also saw cute baby goats! And one UGLY cow.
The cuteness of the goats have not deterred me from my plan to kill a goat and make goat tacos for my 30th birthday in November. The plan is still on.
We then rode our rusty old bikes to a fruit winery, Westham Island Estate Winery. Oh my goodness, I loved their raspberry wine. We bought a bottle of that, and a bottle of blueberry port.
My bike had the basket - FAIL - so we loaded my bike down with strawberries, honey, and wine, and rode back to the cottage, exhausted.
We spent a lazy afternoon reading. John Irving's A Prayer for Owen Meany for me (which is taking me FOREVER to finish, because it's so layered and literarily chewy), and a Russian spy thriller for Jason.
This post has taken me all morning to write! I keep getting up to make coffee, drink coffee, eat a raspberry, pray and journal, hug Jason, make more coffee...it's time to peel myself off the window seat, put on my shoes, and go bird-watching and kayaking this afternoon.
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