Going a Berrying

Is “berrying” even a word?

I don’t know if it is, but I like it, so I am going to pretend that it is.

I had the phrase “Lets go a’Maying” in my head whenever I thought about this post. Like “Let’s go a’Berrying”.

Anyway.

This year instead of buying raspberries at a fruit stand we took the kids to a real live pick your own berry patch and picked our own. We had so much fun, I think this is going to be a tradition. To find a pick-your-own patch near you you can go to this site: http://www.pickyourown.org/

Of all the kids I think our 2 year old was the best picker, he would fill his little pail then bring it to Dadzoo or I and say “I put in you bucket?” and dump his “waspbewies” into our bucket.

The older girls did a wonderful job too and filled their buckets, only eating a few.

(they promised it was only a few)

The little kids had the best advantage being that they were either at eye level to the berries or only had to look up to find them, where we had to look under the leaves.

(isn’t he handsome, I think he would make a good farmer)


The people who lived next door to the berry patch had deer, and of coarse the kids couldn’t stay away. The people who owned the patch let the kids throw apples to the deer.

We had an enjoyable evening and the family that owned the patch were super nice. We picked 20 pounds of berries (yipee!). We also took home 15 ears of corn, a few onions, pepper and tomatoes! We had a wonderful time, it made me really long for a little farm of my own.