Pickin Berries

The older I get the more I learn that the simple things are the most enjoyable. For example, yesterday I went with my sister and niece and nephew to pick berries at a local farm. I just thought it would be something to do on one of our summer days.It was way more than that. It was spending the day with my favorite people. My favorite part of summer. After about five minutes into it I realized that something as simple as picking berries with your favorite people is something to get excited about and not just something to do. Who knew

It’s so simple. It’s enjoying the beauty of a farm and mother nature on a perfect day in beautiful Indiana. It’s loving life and not worrying about the million things on my to do list or who’s updating their Facebook page.

Sure, there were thorns and bugs….but those little things didn’t outweigh how much I enjoyed just taking it all in.

Truth is, I don’t even like blueberries or black raspberries. But, the littles do.My dad does. Someone will eat them.

My sister has this marvelous plan to freeze them and then make yogurt smoothies for the littles. Isn’t that a great idea?

Sure, we could have stopped at Kroger and been out with the same amount of berries in no time. But, do you know where those berries come from? Do you know who picked them? HECK NO! These are fresh picked, Indiana grown berries. I would much rather eat them than something I can buy at a grocery store. Picking berries will officially be on my spring and summer bucket list. It’s something I will forever do with my future littles and continue to do with the little loves in my life until I have my own.

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