Every summer, I look forward to getting gallons of sour cherries and blueberries from a local fruit market and preparing them for the freezer, so that, all throughout the year, I can make things like this and like this. :) But this year, sadly, that fruit market seems to have gone out of business. Every time we drive by, it's deserted (last year, it was mostly deserted, but opened for business whenever they had a shipment of fruit to distribute); and I've tried the two telephone numbers I have for it, but neither one gets any answer. So, I've been mourning the loss of sour cherries and blueberries. Silly, right?
Well, so be it.
You can imagine my joy when I saw a newspaper ad two days ago for a pick-your-own blueberry farm not too far away from here. Maybe I wouldn't have to go all summer deprived of an abundance of blueberries! :)
Yesterday morning, the kids and I set out, winding our way along beautiful back roads, ready for the adventure that awaited. We were delighted to see these signs...
Each of the boys took a bucket, and Moriah "shared" with me. In reality, she really did help! She would fill her little hands with berries, I would remind her not to eat them (although she snuck a few, which is understandable), then she would manage to get them in the bucket I carried. I'm sure it was due to her help that I filled my bucket before any of the boys filled theirs. ;-)
Sal, our literary predecessor, we didn't have any run-ins with bears. ;-) There was, however, a friendly dog that the kids got to pet. :)
Even baby brother got in on the blueberry-picking act, although his chief contribution was blocking my view of my bucket. ;-)
We'll likely see you again, blueberry fields! :)