Another Blast from the Past

 

I didn’t mention yesterday that the event we went to was held at Willamette Mission State Park. Well, it was! What a gorgeous site! This is a picture of part of the filbert (hazelnut) grove. Jacob had taken the kids for a walk and discovered wild blackberries growing in the trees. Yes, up in the trees! I’d never seen a blackberry bush do that before, it was bizarre! So we grabbed some bowls and scored ourselves some fresh, wild, organic blackberries! 

These were about 4 feet above my head. I managed to knock most of them into my bowl, hehehe.

Jacob expertly dislodging blackberries.

Not a bad haul for half an hour’s work! Especially considering that Amelia ate about a bowlful as we were picking them!

Reese, enjoying the fruits of our labors. Literally!

I mentioned yesterday that the kids had nothing much to do or play with while we were there. They spotted these cute little yellow flowers and spent a good hour picking them! They were so cute, it was just about as good as an Easter egg hunt.

OOOOOooooh, look! MORE flowers! (Cool shield, huh?)

Could they BE any cuter?

So sweet! Love this picture!

 

Giving Daddy a flower.

         

While they were picking flowers, Jay went to the shops and found ‘boffers’ for sale. Essentially a bat made from pvc, closed cell foam, fiber tape and duct tape. There’s even a boffer tournament for kids to participate in. (Don’t worry, they have to wear armor too!) By the way, when I first saw this picture my first reaction was to freak out on Jay. Then I saw the next few pictures and realized that Reese had just ‘gotten’ Jay.

 

See? Nice work, Reese!

Jay’s a good sport.

  

And a ham. Most definitely a ham!

A couple of little boys practice fighting. Their helms are hysterical!

And, because so many of you demanded it. . . . a picture of me in my garb! Well, part of my garb. I have a really pretty burgundy overdress that goes over this, but it was hot out that afternoon, so I left it off. And I’ve got Jillian in the Moby wrap, so not precisely period. Anyway, you get the idea. (Sorry it’s blurry!)