Emily doesn't have a lot to do until school starts besides running and more running. In fact when Bishop Harper asked her to be the Relief Society pianist she asked, "Is that all?"
So one day we decided to hike up Bald Hill. I love autumn time with the crisp air and leaves turning color. It was worth the hike to see the view of the valley to the west.
Later in the day Em went running with a nice boy named Jacob in the same area and took a tumble, not for the boy but the ground and came home with her arm bleeding enough that Grandpa bandaged it up.
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Yea, I don't think I'll go running again with Jacob again if I can help it. Overall, Bald Hill was excellent... Especially the black berries!!
I like the pictures. Makes me homesick. -Carl
The blackberries here are now past their prime. Like so many things, there is a time and a season. Fortunately their season is fairly long. It's worse if you want them and it's too early. Like grandpa tried to teach us to keep from getting pressured into buys- if something really is a good deal, it will still be a good deal tomorrow. Sometimes even more so.
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