On Blueberry Hill

 We all woke up late this morning. The windows were open, it was close to 60 degrees outside, and the sun was shining: a perfect day to pick blueberries. The farm was huge. The lady who gave us  buckets and instructions said they'd been there for 20 years.  I got tired long before the guys--it's much easier to pick grapes. We ended up with 15 pounds. Ken says that's  probably enough but you know me--I'd like to go back for more.

A Couple of Wimps--they were all bundled up against the "chill" this morning