...to pick...
That's a blueberry. I love this place. It's got so much goodness. Frances was a little unclear how this berry picking thing worked. At first, she just held her carton under the berries and hoped they would pick themselves.
"Hmmm, why didn't that work?" said Frances.
"Oh! You've got to use your fingers."
"One for the carton, one for me."
She eventually got the drill down. Good little picker Frances.
Happiness is being surrounded by blueberry bushes full of blueberries.
After we'd picked all the blueberries we could eat in a week, we visited the farm's animals. Frances didn't want the horse to be self-conscious about his crazy mane, so she spiked her hair.
Then we meandered over to the farm stand. This is not your ordinary side-of-the-road farm stand. Yes, they have lots of organic veggies, but more importantly, they've got Ice Cream! Frances approved.
Hey, Frances, how's that Apple Cider Doughnut?
"Hmmm, why didn't that work?" said Frances.
"Oh! You've got to use your fingers."
"One for the carton, one for me."
She eventually got the drill down. Good little picker Frances.
Happiness is being surrounded by blueberry bushes full of blueberries.
After we'd picked all the blueberries we could eat in a week, we visited the farm's animals. Frances didn't want the horse to be self-conscious about his crazy mane, so she spiked her hair.
Then we meandered over to the farm stand. This is not your ordinary side-of-the-road farm stand. Yes, they have lots of organic veggies, but more importantly, they've got Ice Cream! Frances approved.
Hey, Frances, how's that Apple Cider Doughnut?
Frances gave the whole experience a thumbs up.
And that's why I like New England.
I haven't noticed any spelling errors, so I wouldn't worry about it.
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There's other stuff too that won't work. It's really annoying me. I asked Blogger Help for help, but no success so far.
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