Last summer, Mark and I found a wonderful Pick Your Own Farm in Ipswich, MA. We sampled the Apple Cider Doughnuts they sell but didn't do any picking. This summer, we returned and began Frances's indoctrination into a love of picking. It will serve her well during her long summers at Camp Mimiandsir. (And, no, the irony of paying to pick raspberries after many summers of complaining about it myself was not lost on me.)
The array of fruit was impressive. They had red, purple and black raspberries and...
BLUEBERRIES!
Frances, as usual, was game for anything.
Such a good bubby.
We picked up a few more Apple Cider Doughnuts and some ears of corn and headed home for a picnic in the park. Not a bad day at all.
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