Something I've missed about Portland is berry season. I'm telling you, there is nothing like an Oregon berry. In Utah, I couldn't find a berry farm to save my life. But here in Wisconsin, we not only have berry farms, we have berry websites and hotlines.
The girls and I drove out to a farm not too far away. It even had a little country store that reminded me of home. Unfortunately, they were closed and I'm sure I looked like a crazy woman wandering around with my loaded stroller. The next day, we decided to try a different farm. It was a little further away, out int he middle of nowhere. It was one of those towns where the city hall was about the size of a gas station.. It was right up my alley. The girls were fantastic. Claire was more interested in the dirt and rocks than picking, but luckily they were patient enough to let me pick a couple buckets full.
They were eating them faster than I could pick and their clothes and faces got stained red. It was perfect.
After we got home we decided we needed more. I had Saturday off from school, so we planned to take Ross and go pick more. It was pouring when we got to the farm, but we decided to pick anyway. Aoife was content in the covered stroller, and Claire had fun getting dirty while Ross and I got to work. We were SOAKED. Claire ended up jumping in puddles and got covered head to toe in mud. She thought it was hilarious. I tried to take a picture, and I thought it took, but when we got home I realized my finger was too wet and it didn't actually take. But we had a blast. It was the perfect morning.
I spent the next couple days making jam and we've been eating toast for every meal since.
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