This weekend I looked online for “U-Pick” farms in our area, located the nearest blueberry farm, + convinced Nathan (with the promise of blueberry pie) to join Eli and me on our adventure. We drove twenty minutes to state road 24, then past various crops to the blueberry farm … or, at least, the address of the blueberry farm. A mailbox with stick-on numbers that corresponded to the address I’d found online. No signage whatsoever indicating the possible presence of blueberries. Dare we venture down the long gravel driveway into the woods?
Blueberry patch is obviously not my best look. But look how cute E is in his little hat!
We dared. We found a huge log cabin, 12 dogs in kennels, and one nice (if a bit lonely and chatty) lady who happens to own some blueberry bushes. We came away with about 4 pints of blueberries (which she eyeballed + decided was three pints, at a dollar each — not bad!) and her life story. And all 12 dogs are hers.
On our way home, we drove past a little diner I’d noticed on the way in + decided to stop and check out the soda fountain. Nathan ordered a good old-fashioned banana split, I got my standard chocolate malt, and Eli consumed ice water from the end of a drinking straw. I told him I’d give him some of my milkshake later.
Eli was flirting with our waitress with whole time. We are trying to train him to charm waitstaff into giving us our meal for free.
There also just happened to be an antique store upstairs (and of course I had NO IDEA about this when I suggested we stop in), so we went upstairs to check it out.
We were all a little tired afterwards, so we went home for a nap. Some of us got a head start on the napping.
Nathan with our spoils:
You can't see it, but his tongue is blue.
The rest of the weekend was spent hanging out with friends, visiting a new church, and watching graphic documentaries about animals eating each other (one of our newest obsessions).
In closing, I love these guys!