Some random comments:
That idyllic clothesline was my Mom's.
The front of my yarrow dress isn't as exciting as the back, but someday I'll take a picture of it.
I have big plans for updating my gardening posts to make them "useful".
Now, down to business:
We went to Butlers Orchards to pick blueberries. It was a beautiful day, and by "beautiful" I mean 95+ and very humid. Still, the kids were all excited to pick. Happy to be outside (and on a tractor ride to the fields)....
....until we left the shade.
Then Cozy quickly retired from picking and decided to lay in the shade of a blueberry bush, as if she were dead. A nearby toddler was quite concerned and kept throwing blueberries at her to see if she would stir.
Cozette: Growl. Roll over. Continue possum impersonation.
Not to worry, she revived quickly once we got back on the "bus".
James - not so much.
Annika was my only decent picker. She and I each filled a big ice cream container.
By the time we got to the snap peas, the littles had revived and wanted to pick again.
...and, while I was there, I picked up some locally-grown produce.
Went home. Collapsed. The End.