After a full weekend of camping, I returned to work on Monday, just to turn around and have Tuesday off for the 4th of July. Hugh and I decided to spend the morning hours relaxing around the house, which is something I haven't been able to do for the past several weeks; it felt nice and I got some quality gardening in (side note: the dreaded squash bugs have invaded and I am currently waging war).
Later that afternoon, we gathered up Shanti and the Man-Cub and headed up valley for some cherry picking at a local orchard. I hadn't been picking since the time, several years ago, that I went with Jana and Granny, so I was overdue. Coincidentally, the Cub's last picking venture had also been with Jana and Granny; I think he was about ten at the time and he ate more cherries than he put in his bucket, which resulted in a very upset tummy and some lava-like bowel explosions (TMI? Sorry!). He showed a lot more restraint this time around.