I think I am going to dub the summer of 2012 the summer of the blueberry. I plan to eat fresh-picked, still-warm blueberries all summer, which might be possible because the farm we just found promises berries through August. If they run out, I guess we'll be traipsing to Maine. It will be worth it.
Last Thursday Sweet Pea turned 21 months. It was a coolish, cloudy day with the sun peeping through every now and again. Perfect for thrift store shopping and blueberry picking with Bean, Nana and Groovy. I dressed Sweet Pea in perfect blueberry-picking garb, which happened to be an old pair of plaid overalls that were mine when I was little and a straw hat from Target. #winning.
|I just love her so much.|
|Eating right out of the container.|
Maybe we'll work on manners at two.
|Don't they look scrumptious? I ate the whole container myself in 24 hours.|
|Because you can't not have the "kid's-hands-holding-berries" shot.|
"Even more than a pet rabbit?" I asked.
"Even more than a bunny rabbit." Wow.
|Check out that classy, blueberry-filled belly.|
I think we're going blueberry picking again on Wednesday. Which is a good thing, because I am experiencing withdrawal symptoms. So is Sweet Pea.