At first, I'd read this as 'your favorite park'. And I spent some time in trying to figure out which park was my favorite. Well, no, there's no debate at all, it's Forest Park. But I'm not heading up the narrow trails anymore, and don't feel safe lingering in one spot, even on Leif Erickson. Then I re-read the post, and realized that it said 'your favorite green space'. And my favorite is, hands down, my own yard, where I often hang out with a cat or a dog. And lately, my favorite activity has been the daily berry hunt.
So I sat down in my backyard and sketched some of my cane raspberries (almost done), strawberries (only the ever-bearing ones are left, coming ripe in ones and twos) and blueberries (about a week into the season)
There are others that I didn't get to. Thimbleberries are tiny and hardly worth picking, but they're pretty. My creeping raspberries were planted as a ground cover. But I found that I liked the fruit. My huckleberries are likewise small and hardly worth picking. Moreover, I don't think they're ready yet. The salal is full of seeds and not very sweet, so I usually leave it for the birds. And, finally, my oregon grape got wiped out by the oak tree. It's coming back up from the roots though, so I'll have it again. I found one stalk that somehow survived the desolation, and produced a half a dozen berries.
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