Summer Blackberries

It would seem that the heat of summer is finally upon us.  Wicket and I attempted a walk, but it feels like trudging through a sauna and we only made it half a mile before returning for an ice cube and popsicle, respectively.

Before it got too hot we spent some time in the backyard picking blackberries.  When we first moved into our home two years ago there were just a few blackberry bushes in the backyard.  I thought they had exploded last year, but this year they seem to have taken over the back fence.

They've even cut off the access to the part of the yard behind the guest room, where I'm afraid to go for fear that the weeds are waging a war of their own.  I'll have to be really merciless this fall when I cut them back, make them a little more manageable for next summer.

I hope that Richard fares well on his second (official) day back at school getting everything ready for students, and isn't too affected by the heat.  He and I spent two days last week unpacking the new keyboards for the library computer lab and scrubbing down every last computer monitor.  I think its safe to assume that for a least a day that will be the cleanest, shiniest computer lab in that school.