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On Monday, Nora went with her mother, grandmother and our friend Amy to pick blueberries at a local farm. I was working, so I couldn’t go, but they brought back a lot of blueberries. Nora’s white dress was suitably stained when she returned home. It looks like they had a wonderful time, and I’ve been enjoying roughly a one-to-one flake-to-blueberry ratio on my breakfast cereal all week.
Berry picker in her natural habitat.
Want one?
It’s unclear what percentage of the berries Nora picked went into the bucket, but I suspect it was pretty low.
A successful harvest!
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