I picked my mom up and we went to a local farm called Sweet
Berry Farm. This is the same place Vinny and I took Elijah last fall to pick
apples and raspberries. Something about picking fresh food is so super cool to
me. There is really something special about picking a piece of fresh fruit from its natural
environment and putting it straight into your mouth to eat right then and there
that feels somehow….like paradise. It signifies summer…it signifies life…it feels so rewarding and happy. Such a seemingly easy thing to do but it brings such a sense of accomplishment and joy. Anyhow, there were rows and rows of blueberry bushes with the sweetest, ripest most unbelievably wonderful tasting blueberries. The flavor is so vastly different from the ones in the market- they are obviously so much better in their raw and natural state!
Mom and I were amongst others out there picking away…searching for the biggest and ripest. The store had fresh strawberries for sale so we got some of those as well. Tonight for dessert, we had strawberry/blueberry shortcake!! This was a fun intention on another beautiful, sunny, summer day. #HGAL
Mom and I were amongst others out there picking away…searching for the biggest and ripest. The store had fresh strawberries for sale so we got some of those as well. Tonight for dessert, we had strawberry/blueberry shortcake!! This was a fun intention on another beautiful, sunny, summer day. #HGAL
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