wild raspberries...

On sunny Saturday, Hub slid into his waders to trek into our wet woods a bit in order to get at the wild raspberries...
It always cracks me up just a bit when he puts them on.
And he's such a good sport (because you know that it was I who politely asked him to do this...all for the love of wild berries ya know).
He spied a pretty dark butterfly too.
I picked a few raspberries in the drier places, but mostly stood by offering encouragement from a safe (dry) distance...
...since I was not as well attired as Hub. And we (he) did okay...a little bowlful of berries, better than none!