Yesterday morning I took the boys and their cousin to go blueberry picking at
Honey Pot Hill.
A nice family run farm here in Stow.
It is something we like to do at least once each summer.
Picking your own blueberries is fun and the kids enjoy handpicked berries
so much more
than the ones we buy from the grocery store.
Here they are, the boys, on their way to the blueberry fields.
Each ready to fill their own pint size basket.
We passed by row 7 and 8 to sample the sweetest berries
(according to the sign by the entrance).
Then settled to pick from row 1 and 2 that had the most ripe berries.
The grayish coating protects the berry and is called bloom.
The patience to pick blueberries on a hot muggy summer morning for little boys
lasted just long enough to fill our baskets.
For lunch there was pepperoni pizza and blueberry smoothies.