Perky Pickers

Our Grandma Carole and Grandpa Gordon have some wonderful raspberry bushes growing in their garden. We went over for Sunday dinner and got to pick a few for our little tummies to enjoy. Here we have Mr G Troy Haun. He was the least of our "perky pickers." Where's the smile? I think he was sick of his wife walking around with a camera instead of a bucket. Someone has to capture this beautiful memory, right?

This is our smallest "perky picker." She has the idea...smile! What a good little picker! Notice her basket is emtpy due to her frequent "sampling" of the product. Must mean they are tasty (not sure why she won't eat them when I put them on her plate. She must be a two year old)! The socks are my attempt at mosquito control. I realize this may start a new fashion statement as I am often looked after for my fashion sense and style (this most often includes a pony tail, no make-up and soccer shorts. So few people can pull this off and look as lovely as I). I will take the risk.

My dear Gracie has decided to pull off the stems instead of the berries. She is so cute that we could care less. However, I will be eating out of Troy's bucket and not hers.
And finally, sweet Madelyn. She looks slightly overworked but is still able to give us a small thumbs up. Child labor laws do not apply to our family. You've got to "earn yur keep" around these parts.
Thanks for the berries! I think I ate most of them single-handedly. Scrumptious!