The last Friday night in June, Eric had planned for us to have a date night. When he asked me what I wanted to do, I told him that I would love to go to my Grandmother and Grandaddy's to visit and pick their blueberries. My grandparents are a big part of my heart and I never get to go and just visit anymore. You know what I mean, just sit around and talk like adults, play cards, or walk around in the yard without having to do little girl stuff and keep the two of them out of trouble. This time, I knew the blueberries had been ripe for a while and it was killing me that I couldn't go up there and help them. Besides, my stash in the freezer had been depleted! You can't exactly pick this beautiful fruit in the heat of the day and when your 15 month old goes to sleep by 7:30 at the latest, it is just not gonna happen. I am not sure whether the pictures will do it justice or not, but the bushes were loaded down and beautiful! We picked for 4 hours with Grandmother helping and I think we pretty much had the ripe ones picked, but after another week or so, there will be plenty more to harvest. I hope you can tell on the center picture that my Grandaddy has this contraption rigged up out there with two plastic bags flying in the wind, draping over the bushes. It also has two coke cans on the bottom that circle around making a banging noise with each revolution - all of this to keep the birds out of out loot! We want them all and can smell the cobblers already!
The picture of Grandaddy on his tractor was when he was plowing up the rows of potatoes he'd planted. We also dug those while we were there and were very thankful that he shared those as well. They are new potatoes - I have always called them "Pa Pa taters" from when my great-grandfather used to grow them. They are so yummy cooked with thickened soup!
Thanks Eric for being a great husband and going out there with me - I know you enjoyed it too, even it was really hot!
