The Pickle Dance

Tim and I went out in search of blackberry bramble last night, but beheaded some of the dill (going to seed) on the way out. We passed a mom out for a walk/ride with her four kids (wow -- she even looked well-groomed and sane!) and one of the kids cried out, "I smell pickles!" We looked at each other and laughed! That reminds me, we need to make some of Grandma's pickles with all the cucumbers our garden is sprouting!