Blackberry Break

While fresh produce is tasty,  berries off the vine are nothing  short of delicious.

The sun finally broke through the fog over  San Francisco today, bringing a few fleeting moments of summer to our humble little office.  Being the sun-worshiping goddess that she is,  Devon abruptly proclaimed that it was time for a walk.  She grabbed an empty GU box and headed out the door with me hot on her trail.

The Presidio is a magnificent place to work.  A mix of palm, eucalyptus, and pine trees dot the perimeter around long sprawling greens marked with old time cannons and a smattering of converted military buildings.  Out quaint little officers home with white shingling and a red roof  is lined up in a neat row with a dozen or so identical structures, reminding of the long gone days of WWII preparation.  

We sauntered down the front steps , took to the sidewalk, and turned onto a nearby lane.  Suddenly Devon stopped at a large prickly bush at the side yard of one of the homes.  We had arrived in blackberry heaven! Immediately she hopped onto a stone wall adjacent to the bush and began busily picking. 

Only about a quarter of the berries were ripe, so we dug in tenaciously to find some good ones.  Twenty minutes later we had a few scratches, red fingers and big smiles.  It was only a meager score- but the juicy goodness did us well.  Straight PR power!