Ezra is completely pleased with himself, he no longer needs me to pull branches down for him. (But I still do it for him, even though I know he can....)
We had a mulberry tree in our backyard when I was little. I could spend entire afternoons comfortably wedged high up in the tree daydreaming and eating the sweet, juicy, dark berries. I would climb down only after I was completely satiated, and satisfactorily stained. Although not clambering up trees yet, the boys love the berries just as much as I ever did. (Getting dirty is just a bonus.)
Avery's first bite.
This is Ave by his second or third.
It washes off, mostly.
This little Blue- berry, she is sweet enough just as she is.
Iris will get some on our next walk- when I remember to bring her (and Avery) a bib.