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hatam_soferet) wrote2007-07-16 01:45 pm
hatam_soferet) wrote2007-07-16 01:45 pm
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We picked raspberries!
We being me and L from JTS, who knows where to find raspberries. We went to the park in Inwood at 215th St, and walked along a windy path, and there were many raspberries. We climbed off the path and onto a steep south-facing slope, and there were raspberries in splendid abundance. They are bright red and shiny, more like redcurrants than ordinary raspberries. One wants to pick them simply because they are so red and shiny, just for the pleasure of owning them, like pebbles on a beach. Fortunately they also taste nice, an advantage over pebbles.
The soil there is very interesting - very very rich, loose and crumbly, as though it had been freshly ploughed, except of course it hasn't been ploughed at all, what with being on a 45-degree slope. You sink into it up to your ankles, it's rather lovely, except when it's so loose that you step into it and find yourself moving down the slope in a stately sort of way without moving your feet at all, whereupon you grab a passing tree and hope like heck you don't fall into the brambles. I wonder how it comes to be like that. I would expect such soil to be sparser. And I saw a snake, deciding that it wanted to be somewhere I wasn't.
Moving along the slope, we spied a path that looked rather as though it went all the way to the water. It proved to be a dry steam bed which indeed went to the water, so we went with it. The water was awfully inviting, with a nice lot of rocks for climbing and sitting and a shady sort of overhang, so we got in. It was extremely pleasant, so much so that it's got to be against the city ordinances, or why isn't everyone doing it? I paddled. L became a hippopotamus and wallowed joyously in the wash from passing boats.
We got filthy dirty and a nice lot of raspberries and I haven't had so much fun in ages.
We being me and L from JTS, who knows where to find raspberries. We went to the park in Inwood at 215th St, and walked along a windy path, and there were many raspberries. We climbed off the path and onto a steep south-facing slope, and there were raspberries in splendid abundance. They are bright red and shiny, more like redcurrants than ordinary raspberries. One wants to pick them simply because they are so red and shiny, just for the pleasure of owning them, like pebbles on a beach. Fortunately they also taste nice, an advantage over pebbles.
The soil there is very interesting - very very rich, loose and crumbly, as though it had been freshly ploughed, except of course it hasn't been ploughed at all, what with being on a 45-degree slope. You sink into it up to your ankles, it's rather lovely, except when it's so loose that you step into it and find yourself moving down the slope in a stately sort of way without moving your feet at all, whereupon you grab a passing tree and hope like heck you don't fall into the brambles. I wonder how it comes to be like that. I would expect such soil to be sparser. And I saw a snake, deciding that it wanted to be somewhere I wasn't.
Moving along the slope, we spied a path that looked rather as though it went all the way to the water. It proved to be a dry steam bed which indeed went to the water, so we went with it. The water was awfully inviting, with a nice lot of rocks for climbing and sitting and a shady sort of overhang, so we got in. It was extremely pleasant, so much so that it's got to be against the city ordinances, or why isn't everyone doing it? I paddled. L became a hippopotamus and wallowed joyously in the wash from passing boats.
We got filthy dirty and a nice lot of raspberries and I haven't had so much fun in ages.