"Get in the water!"

Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
Summer Strawberries | All the Delights
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Explore | All the Delights
Explore | All the Delights
Explore | All the Delights
Explore | All the Delights
Explore | All the Delights

Freshly-picked berries have always been dear to me. A wild blackberry bush twisted its way around the chain-link fence in my childhood backyard, promising fresh, ripe berries every summer, sure as a sunrise. I recall visiting my grandmother a few hours north and going blueberry picking in the hot, Oklahoma summer where we picked buckets full and froze enough to last months. Eventually, those days became a sweet memory. One of those things that just "was," - one of those things I wouldn't touch for years. And then one day I wondered why we didn't pick fresh berries anymore and wasn't that a thing that people still do? Find a farm? Pick their own food? What a revolutionary thought!

I've been to several farms in recent years, finding new treasures with each season. Strawberries were a new frontier for both Matty and I. We love the experience of picking our own food and we're overly delighted to find out that this particular farm also had potatoes and onions. Our soil is currently confined to pots on our apartment porch, but we've agreed that digging up potatoes is too fun (and delicious) to not plant our own garden one day. It's such a joy to uncover new dreams for our life together.

Austin and its surrounding cities are ripe with watering holes, so after filling up on strawberries we decided to find one. We expected waterfalls and ropes, clear water and a general feeling of peace and quiet. Let's just say we were a little disappointed to find more of a party-like atmosphere and muddy water surely ridden with snakes.

Not ones to give up, we wandered for a bit, looking for any bit of land or water that would redeem our $14. So when Matty stopped at a small waterfall to take some photos, I should have known the phrase, "Get in the water," would soon come out of his mouth. I was so determined to make the trip worth it that I braved the cold water with only minimal complaint. 

I'm the type of person who dips a toe in the pool to "get used to it," so this was a challenge for me. A challenge well worth it, turns out.

PS - That last photo? Definitely the background on my phone.