An early start to the blueberry picking on the farm, with some early varieties ready to pop. Taking advantage of a nice day we all headed off with dreams and chatter of blueberry pie, blueberry crumble, blueberry with yoghurt, but requests for blueberry jam making the biggest noise of all.
It wasn't long before helping mummy by picking berries gave way to bug finding, cricket catching and playing hide and seek in the bushes. Making my way slowly up the rows of fruit, we found our own pace. A berry here, a few handfuls from the boys there, boo! from behind a bush, and after what seemed a good while our basket was full. Full of berry goodness, full of plans of what we would make with them, and full of an afternoon spent working and playing together.
And, as always, that's the bit that tastes the best of all.
It was maybe not a good idea to look at this post, iftar being about 3 hours away, and I love blueberries!
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ReplyDeleteDelicious! In our warm climate, it has been YEARS since I had good blueberries and I will admit that I think of them often.
ReplyDeleteWe are lucky to be able to pick our own
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ReplyDeleteDo you mind sharing where is this farm? I know we are far (I stay in Glasgow) but I believe you are in North England? But going to a PYO farm for berries is a good excuse leave Scotland! :)
I come from the North but live waaaaaay down south now. I don't know any PYO farms from the north. Sorry!
ReplyDeletethank you anyway. I have tried in the past to find that's why I was a bit excited when I saw this post:) Didn't realized you had moved. O well, I guess I will have to stick to the strawberries and raspberries!
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