Our day began with a little blueberry picking. It was a mild morning. Perfect in every way. It called to be spent picking blueberries and we happily answered.
"Mama, do you know that I was born in the blueberries?!" And while she may not have been born in a blueberry field (which would have been truly delightful and totally fitting for this sweet soul) she was indeed born during blueberry season. She has been blueberry picking at this lovely farm every year that she has been on this Earth. After all, it wouldn't be summer without a trip to Indian Head Farm to pick blueberries!
Rockin' the sunglasses. Just because she can!
There are blueberry muffins (or maybe pancakes) in our future tomorrow morning, and lots of wonderful blueberry goodies throughout the fall, winter and spring. I think we might make one more trip to the blueberry fields just to make sure we have enough blueberries to get us through to the next blueberry picking season. It's always a delight to have a little reminder of the summer during our cold New England winters. A promise of things to come!