I’ve had trouble finding my Summer rhythm this year. June was taken up with finishing school, our trip to South Dakota, a big project on antique silver, meetings, and music lessons. On July 4th I thought, “how have we not started our Summer yet?” and got kind of sad about it. Everything has been so busy and planned out.
Finally yesterday, we got to do something just for ourselves that wasn’t written on the calendar. After our bumper strawberry crop, I wanted more berries to play around with and blueberries were at the top of the list. Since I’m very particular about my berries and other thin skinned fruit being organic, I was worried about finding a local U-pick place that doesn’t use pesticides or herbicides. Luckily, I found a great farm about an hour away that fit my criteria perfectly.
We arrived early in the morning, though it was already hot and muggy. An on and off breeze cooled our necks.
We learned how to spot the ripest berries, and how to properly pick them.
There were plenty of blueberries everywhere, and we sampled all the different varieties at the farm. We ate a lot of blueberries.
We filled up 2 gallon buckets. My Mom and I could have picked longer, but the children were hot, tired and ready for something else. There were also dark clouds gathering in the sky, and we heard the rumblings of thunder.
Before leaving, we fed huge albino catfish at one of the fish ponds.
Right as we paid for our berries and before we walked back to our car, it started raining. The best kind of blessing for all those wonderful blueberry bushes, and for the owners who treated us so kindly.
Now my berries are sitting in the refrigerator, and I’m on the search for blueberry pie and jam recipes. I’m not sure I want to use my berries for jam though. We go through jam way too fast in this house, and I want to turn these berries into something precious like pie or cobbler. Something precious just like our morning.