Rosehip Hunting

A tradition every year. One that none of us like but must do. Well almost none of us like. There is one person in our family that enjoys it. Our mother.
We get attacked by pokey little evil thorns.

But it's alright. We put on our warrior faces and prevail!

And then when we're done we do our victory dance

So I guess it's not as bad as we make it out to be. We only get a few cuts and scrapes. But otherwise we come out unharmed and still alive! But then we start thinking about next year...