Blueberry Pickin'

Ahhhhh.....pickin' (of any kind) takes me back to my roots!  I love to be out in the fields early in the morning while the dew is still on the grass.  After meeting at my place (See: Ways I feel fancy)(See: Why we moved to Rittenhouse Square)(See: Stuff White People Like Stuff White People Like: Picking Their Own Fruit)  at 8:00am and taking the GPS recommended but wrong way out the city we arrived at Linvilla Orchards at about 9:00am.  Linvilla Orchards was hosting the Blueberry Festival and we headed out with out empty cartons.

Linvilla Orchards




Before



We arrived at the fields at the perfect time.  It was cool and quiet and we were able to spread out and pick some blueberries while enjoying our own thoughts. 

 As we were wrapping up about a half hour later the atmosphere had completely changed.  Every annoying former sorority sister showed up with her annoying child so we were out.  But...not without our treasures!