Write four lines of prose about: adoption.
Kat and I picked blackberries this morning, getting just over 15 pounds for the bakery. Yeah, not the market.
We're between apricots and peaches/nectarines at the moment, so it's not really worth going just for the berries and a few heads of cabbage. We may have been able to do one more market with apricots... but that would have required a mid-week pick and a working cooler to store them in.
So we're going to get some extra weeding work in tomorrow morning instead. Rebecca's boyfriend has returned for another visit and he's keen to help out, so we should have four sets of hands out there.
In other news, we had two new additions to the farm today. The first is temporary: Rebecca adopted a dog from the local SPCA, so he'll be with us until it's time for her to return to Vancouver next month. The other is much more permanent: at long last, Max's cousin and aunt have moved to Osoyoos.
It's going to be quite something watching Max and Natalie grow up together.
"I'm here to adopt a dog."
"All right, come this way and I can show you who we have available today."
"No, I don't think so... if you do that I'll end up taking them all home. So just pick one and hand him or her over, please."