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 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!