blueberries, finally

Just down the road from where I work is the Charlotte Berry Farm. It's a fabulous place with rows upon rows of beautiful berries—strawberries, raspberries, blueberries—and a very friendly family who runs it. Pick-your-own blueberries are just $2 a pound! When 1/2 pints are running upwards of $5 a piece at the local market, that's a steal!

But even though I love berry picking and I love the berry farm and it's just a couple minutes away, I've been meaning to get over there since June. I completely missed strawberry season. Boo! So I was determined to get over there before all of the berries are gone completely. I planned on going today after work.

It poured all day. But I was determined to go there rain or shine after work. And go I did.

The rain turned out to be a blessing, because it kept all the people (and bugs!) away. I practically had the place to myself. It was completely healing after such a stressful and crazy week, to spend some time alone in the berry bushes.

With every cluster of plump berries I plucked came a delicate shower of water too. It washed away the tension in my mind little by little. It was just what I needed. I was there for an hour and at the end had picked 3 1/2 pounds all by myself. All those berries and all that therapy for just $7!

Go berry picking.