Blueberry Picking

We left early in the morning to go blueberry picking at a farm, with Sasha, Mike, and the Kids. The day was already a scorcher by 8am. When we got to the farm, the woman joked that if it weren't for the breeze, she would have to charge for sauna along with the blueberries. Thankfully, the breeze was delicious. The farm is situated on a hill overlooking a lush river valley that stretches 180 degrees around the farm. Flower beds ariot with color, thick deciduous forests, current and blueberry shrubs laughing in the breeze, and the corn, much higher than the knee, bowing in waves, were just some of the picturesque sights at the farm. I overheard a man telling someone that the best way to pick blueberries were to tickle them off the bush. So true. We spent two or three hours in the hot sun tickling berries from bush after bush, with Sasha and I taking the kids for breaks in the pleasantly cool shade of the trees, where there were picnic tables and a rope swing for the kids. They also had a little hut of sorts made out of willow saplings planted in a circle. Very cool. We ended up with eight pounds of blueberries, which means that I will just have to make a few pies :-).

We spent the reset of the day at the Saha's parents farm, which was, as always, lovely. It was a bit less Sasha and Mike oriented than usual, because they ended up writing and signing the purchase agreement for the land across the street from her parent's today rather than Monday. I am very excited (and a bit jealous) about their very-much-potential-probably-very-soon move.... I wish we could move out there, too. The writing that could be done in a place of such peace and beauty! Actually, truth be told, if I wanted to become a famous writer, I would need to move to the Lake District in England.

Tiger is even more convinced that we are still going to France...and it is not that I am not convinced, but, well, I thought my babies would be born in France...We both thought we'd be there by now...and now next week looks far away, let alone another country. I am both completely convinced that it will happen and think that it is highly unlikely all at the same time, which I realize makes little to no sense, but that is where I'm at with it.