Blue Berries

This morning we picked blueberries.  Never, ever have I run out of blueberries in the freezer but this year I did.  We have to do a major restock and that means 30 pounds.  This morning we got about 10 pounds (I forgot to pay attention so figured it from what we paid) and judging from  the scarcity we realized we are a bit late at this game this year. Blueberries last well into  mid to late August  but we were also at a place new to us and weren't thrilled with their picking rules.  PH and I have each picked berries our whole lives, and together for 50 years. We know what we are doing and pick well and  clean so we were taken aback at the rules of this place. I suppose it's because we go to favorite places so often we've come to know the growers and they know us and this place didn't.  So, for now, we got  some berries but not all.

 

 

And look! I attached the border yesterday and I do love it.  Thus the title for this post...blue  berries, in this case  the blue strawberries and  our pickin's.   One is one word and one is two.

I was so excited to see it I just whipped it off the machine (groan) and  put it on the floor, thus the wonkiness of the layout.  It isn't straightened nor ironed. 

 I really love it and  thank all of you who weighed in on using this fabric.  It IS perfect.

And our berry picking turned into a foraging expedition because we stopped at two farmstands and at the second we found  THE FIRST SWEET CORN OF THE SEASON.  This is almost as exciting as the first strawberries.  When this happens PH and I make a supper of it.  We each have two ears and call it supper. I can't wait for tonight!