My aunt called me the other evening and suggested we meet midway between our homes and pick a few blueberries.  While it’s still blueberry season.

It’s been so hot.  Oh yes, I think I already told you that, but anyway…it’s been so hot I haven’t wanted to go out and pick any fruit, though as a kid we always went strawberry, cherry, and blueberry picking.  And as an adult I used to try really hard to carry on the tradition.  But picking fruit alone turns out to be less of a fun adventure and more like hard work.  Especially when it’s hot.  Which it is.  As you know.

Anyway, we decided to get there when they opened, early in the morning before the heat became intolerable and as luck would have it we drove into a heavy mist as we approached the blueberry farm.

And I confirmed once again that picking fruit with someone on the other side of the row is much more fun that wistfully listening in on other family’s discussions.

Yum!