The L-fords shamed us into berry picking. If Sariah can manage to take all her brood through the fields, I guess I really have no excuse for subsisting on berries picked by another’s hand.
The cool thing about blueberry picking at Butler’s Orchard is that you take a rustic wagon ride out to the fields. The lame thing is that it is too hard to get my double-wide stroller on the wagon so I had to strap my whelps to myself for the journey.
In said fields, I let the boys roam free along the grass-planted areas between the blueberry hedges while Fluffy and I picked berries. It was rather idyllic with my darling girl skipping and shouting for joy to have found a “ginormous cluster” while my grass rats crawled about filling up on fresh picked blueberries and mulch, “Put that down! Don’t eat that bark! Does he have a beetle on his hand?”
Miraculously, I came home with enough energy to make a homemade pie crust in which to bake our bounty. Man it was good.