Blueberries! (say it with an British accent--you know you want to)

Saturday morning was perfect. It brought an unseasonably cool and deliciously dry morning for us to pick blueberries.

Who could help but smile when there are literally millions of berries at arm's--or rather, hand's--length?

Oh, mama.

There was an idyllic horse pasture at the end of the blueberry grove, and this one was eager for a handout. Brave Clara!

He was a fan.

Hooray for fields of grass and especially for blueberries at $8.00 a gallon.