A week visiting my parents in their little New Hampshire lake-side cottage is not complete without a trip to a pick-your-own fruit farm. This year we made time to pick blueberries (and a pint of raspberries) just a stone’s throw from where my parents reside.
The bushes were full of ripe and ripening berries.
We first picked the Blueray variety…
Then moved on to the Patriots since they were bigger and sweeter.
With 5 of us Mirandas in the field (my husband is an honorary Miranda), we filled 4 big buckets…
And had time to pick some raspberries, too!
Where will all these berries go? One pint went to the neighbors, but we’ll gobble up the rest in fruit salads, pies and jams.