Note to self: DO NOT pick blackberries with slip-on sandals. (Is that blood or blackberry juice dripping down my leg?)
Silly me, thinking that I am still sixteen and nimble as a doe, stepping into the thicket to reach the most juicy berries, when an errant thorned branch whips my calf, causing me to lurch backwards and lose both shoes, ending up with thorns on the soles of my feet. OUCH.
(Don't do this.)
A steady & sustained tension this week, awaiting the resolution of Big Things.