Farmer Joe

Today I channeled the hick side of me. I went and milked blueberries. What? You say you've never heard of milking blueberries? Well that is because I just made up the term. It is super late in the blueberry season. In fact the last day the farm was open. So all the good berries are low on the bushes because the top berries are fried. So you have to squat like you're milking a cow and then you just run your hand down the clump of berries and they fall into the bucket. Wallah, milking blueberries. Very fun, but hard on the joints. I guess I'm getting old.

After I left Blueberry Hill(clever aren't they). I drove over to the apple farm and picked up some fresh picked honey crisp apples and a couple heirloom tomatoes. mmmm!

Then I got a call from Darilyn saying she had some tomatoes from her garden for me so of course I drove right over. While I was there I weaseled some fresh picked green beans out of her.

My kitchen counter looks beautiful with all my farm fresh produce sprawled across the top.