Blueberries!

Yesterday, I (im)patiently waited out the morning rain and headed northwest about 30 miles to New Hope, PA. There are, from what I have recently learned, a lot of places one can go in this area to pick blueberries, but this one place was especially recommended to me... and I can say with some assurance, I'm as in love with an orchard as any one girl can sanely be. Solebury Orchard has U-pick fruits beginning with this years blueberry and raspberry crop, soon to follow will be cherries, tomatoes, flowers, peaches, pears and, of course, apples. The farm is beautiful and the ladies who were working on this particularly wet Saturday were very helpful and friendly. They even have a cat who situates herself in prime position for being petted by the various people walking through, and I learned as I pet her, she also has a few words of cat advice.

As prepared as I thought I was for the trip, I did not bring an extra shirt and remains soaked for much of the afternoon; with the humidity as it has been, it does not make for a soaking wet shirt to dry very well. But, with a prized six pounds of blueberries, and a strong urge to return next weekend, a wet shirt was nothing.

But a trip out for me is never one without picking up the oddities of human nature. And, as I picked my berries, apparently, a boy named Hunter (who I never heard once the entire time I was there) was terrorizing the farm... or so his mother would have everyone in the orchard lead to believe. There was also the mother who was scolding her child for eating blueberries off the bush--"Don't eat those, they aren't clean!" My German may not be what it should or once was, but the two couples picking behind me snickered and I am pretty sure said aloud what was in my head (as we all chomped our own berries): With a rain like the one we had, bringing them inside will only make them less clean!