UNLESS you get lucky enough to go with a friend to Newton Blueberry Farm and pick blueberries!
My next door neighbors'- the good ones NOT the ones on the OTHER side---family owns the farm.
We headed out around 8:30 thinking we would arrive early and beat the heat. And the other pickers. Which we would have had we not driven right past it and then got all turned around and gone in circles for a minute. Or an hour.
But it was fun! An adventure! And we did actually make it to the farm. Eventually.
Mother Nature was nice enough to send cool breezes our way while we were there---
A few spots were a bit damp. But we just kept on picking.
I discovered that picking blueberries is somewhat labor intensive---
And those people who pay very little money to the migrant workers for their efforts are even more deplorable to me now...
The colors of the blueberries reminded me of my grandmother. She wore those colors so well.
I remembered all those summers that we picked and prepared and canned food. And I remember enjoying every minute of it- even the hard parts.
A Saturday of picking, spending time with a good friend, having an adventure and remembering times spent with my grandmother. Just perfect!
Now I'm off to bake a cobbler and freeze the rest!
What have y'all been doing today?