A Berry Good Time.

Friday, the girls and I took a little trip to the big city of Edom, Texas to visit Blueberry Hill Farms.

It was great! It only took me about an hour of meandering the back roads through Van and New Harmony to find, but at least we got a nice tour of some pretty farms along the way.

Somehow, I can always manage to turn a 16 mile trip into a 2-1/2 hour excursion. For most NORMAL people, though, its pretty much easily accessible from Tyler.

FYI, take highway 31 through Chandler, and not Highway 64 like Google Maps tells you to do…and on a TOTALLY unrelated note, if you ever get lost, *always* blame it on the directions you got from the internet and *nobody* will realize its actually because you’re a blonde.

One of my children (aka the overachieving First Born, aka the good one) got down to business and picked a basket full of berries.


The other one, well, lets just say she went home with a pound of free blueberries in her tummy…

…and five in her basket.

Poor little darling baked in the sun because she forgot her hat and sunscreen. I have tried to teach her to remember these things since infancy (sigh). Some people never learn. She’s three, for goodness sakes, old enough to start taking some responsibility.

Anyway, we actually ended up picking berries for less than 10 minutes because it was HOT and THE WHITE PEOPLE WERE MELTING.

(Name that movie.)

Especially the white people with white hair and very little pigmentation to protect their delicate skin from the beating Texas sun.

We came home and ate blueberries, and ate and ate more blueberries, and then made blueberry muffins for breakfast the next morning. (We cheated and bought a couple of pints, already picked…)

And we’ll definitely be going back before the season ends this coming weekend!

I’ll try to get Annie to remember her hat and sunscreen next time.

I have to do everything around here…..

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To change the subject…

All of the above pictures were taken with my cell phone, believe it or not! Good thing, since my third digital camera was killed the other day. I won’t say which one, but *ONE* of my children aka Dennis the Menace dropped it on the concrete floor and shattered it.

I actually thought, for about 58 seconds, about permanently going back to my old-school film camera, and even bought a $13 battery for it and located what wa perhaps the last antiquated, dusty box of 200 speed film within a 100 mile radius, on a dark, vacant aisle of CVS.

You young whippersnappers are probably too young to remember film….

Anyhoo, after hauling that 12 pound late-1990s-era antique camera out of my car and squinting through that tee-nincy little window to try to catch a glimpse of *WHAT* exactly I was trying to photograph, I thought the heck with this and decided that no matter what I have to sell on ebay, I have to buy another digital camera.

And any child who so much as touches it gets a one-way ticket to Azleway.