Blueberry Pickin'

My Aunt Sherry (who is quite the hippie pagan herself, she just doesn't know it yet) and Uncle Max have lived on a blueberry farm since I was a kid. My mom used to help Aunt Sherry in the Summers, so Sweet Bruhver and I spent lots of time over there, sometimes working in the blueberry fields, sometimes just running around and playing with our cousins, Samantha and Jacob. My friend Ichabod spent many a hot summer day with us over there as well.

All together, there are about 3 acres of blueberry bushes, many of them 10 feet tall. They also grow a vegetable garden of about 1/2 acre. All natural, all organic. The kids and I went blueberry pickin' on Saturday afternoon, but after an hour in the 90+ heat, I'd had enough. We went back this morning at 6 am to pick more blueberries. At 6 am it was a nice 70 degrees, and the dew was still on the berries. The kids and I didn't eat breakfast before we went, because we knew we would eat berries straight from the bush. We picked for about an hour and a half, and it was complete bliss. The kids stayed together and I could hear them laughing and teasing. Then, when we were about to leave, Aunt Sherry gave me a bag of just-picked Silver Queen corn, and about 5 pounds of plums, which I am about to puree for smoothie use.

Now, the thing is, my aunt and uncle won't take money from us. But they will take my candles. Their favorites are my autumn scents, especially Amish Harvest. Lina and Huck have decided that berry pickin' is their new favorite summer activity. So I promised them that we could go once a week to pick while the berries are in season.

It's a win-win situation. We get to spend time with Gaia and enjoy her fruits outdoors, and then while I am indoors, I get to smell things like Amish Harvest, Caramel Apple, Pumpkin Crunch Cake and Autumn Dream while I make the candles to pay for all the yummy stuff.