BLUEBERRY BLISS
BLUEBERRIES, BLUEBERRIES, BLUEBERRIES........the girls and I headed down to the end of the motorway and out in the country to find a little organic BLUEBERRY farm. We parked the car in the paddock, carried our containers through 3 farm gates, past the sheep and the donkey (actually a horse, A2 calls them donkeys!!) and found fruit laden bushes. We returned with laden containers, even A2 had managed to fill hers (and her tummy, I think!). There's something satisfying about gathering the summer harvest ourselves and hiding it away for the future months (not that I think they will last that long!!).
BLUEBERRIES, BLUEBERRIES, BLUEBERRIES........the girls and I headed down to the end of the motorway and out in the country to find a little organic BLUEBERRY farm. We parked the car in the paddock, carried our containers through 3 farm gates, past the sheep and the donkey (actually a horse, A2 calls them donkeys!!) and found fruit laden bushes. We returned with laden containers, even A2 had managed to fill hers (and her tummy, I think!). There's something satisfying about gathering the summer harvest ourselves and hiding it away for the future months (not that I think they will last that long!!).
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