It’s a sport we love, my friend Leslie and I, and one about which we are pretty doggone serious. We spend all Spring counting the minutes until Opening Day–the one designated by Mr. Bill, who watches over and makes the call–that yes, time to come on! Then we load up the car and head straight for Lexington’s Blueberry Hill Farm where we strap buckets to our bodies and commence to making our way up and down the rows picking and eating, and picking and eating, and picking and …well, you get the idea.
It’s a gorgeous way to spend a summer morning. And since it’s the Summer of Fun, this time, we invited my husband to come along!
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Tim said it was time to pick the blueberries!