Blueberries Redux

While running errands a couple of weeks ago, my mom discovered a secret surprise.  Not to her from my family's hobby farm lies another hobby farm, except the owners of this farm have turned their hobby into the best business ever.  It's a certified organic blueberry farm, and while the berries are a bit pricey ($4 a pint instead of $3 a pound at the non-organic farm) they are the best blueberries I've ever eaten.

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.

Matching hats!

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.

Sweet Pea got super way over-tired toward the end and decided she hated her overall straps.  She generally had a rough a day that day.  I decided to pick my battles and if she was happy looking like a little hillbilly baby, then I could have a little hillbilly baby for awhile.  

 

 Then we found chickens.  Blueberry eating chickens, in case you were wondering.  The girls were enamored.  I asked Bean a couple of weeks ago what pet she would have if she could have any pet at all, and the answer was a chicken.

"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.

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