Today is the anniversary of when we lost our dad.
It was 5 years ago today.
Time has sure flown by.
Last night, as I said my prayers,
I wondered how I could honor my dad today.
Many things came to mind
but then I thought about blueberry picking at Indian Head Farm in Berlin.
My dad and I used to bike ride, and one particular bike ride was all the way to Bolton
...all through the back roads
...the beautiful backroads of Berlin and Bolton.
My dad told me that it was run by the Wheeler's.
That being our Sir name,
I always felt a connection to this farm.
My dad also loved nature.
So I thought this would be the perfect place to go to reflect on my memories of my dad.
I showed up 5 minutes before picking ended...
Not what I imagined...
I imagined getting up early and being there at 8 am....
But they let me in and told me to take my time and I had a wonderful time picking....
I also had the wonderful opportunity to meet Mr. Wheeler.
He helped me pick for awhile and told me not to worry about the branches, but to pull them right down to get all the berries, they were strong.
They provided me with a bucket that I hung around my neck and before long it was filled to the top!
There was an abundance of blueberries!
I think I am going to go back tomorrow
so that I can freeze and have fresh blueberries for next Fall, Winter and Spring!
The lush green reminded me of Brambly Hedge by Jill Barlem...
My feet after I was done picking!
I love colorful rubber boots but wonder where would I wear them?
I know, blueberry picking...
: )
On my way back as I steadied my bucket of blueberries in my car on my ride back to the store, I stopped to take some pictures around the farm.
That being our Sir name,
I always felt a connection to this farm.
My dad also loved nature.
So I thought this would be the perfect place to go to reflect on my memories of my dad.
I showed up 5 minutes before picking ended...
Not what I imagined...
I imagined getting up early and being there at 8 am....
But they let me in and told me to take my time and I had a wonderful time picking....
I also had the wonderful opportunity to meet Mr. Wheeler.
He helped me pick for awhile and told me not to worry about the branches, but to pull them right down to get all the berries, they were strong.
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| Mr. Wheeler Indian Head FarmsBerlin MA |
They provided me with a bucket that I hung around my neck and before long it was filled to the top!
I think I am going to go back tomorrow
so that I can freeze and have fresh blueberries for next Fall, Winter and Spring!
The lush green reminded me of Brambly Hedge by Jill Barlem...
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My feet after I was done picking!
I know, blueberry picking...
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| ©elizabeth a steele |
: )
On my way back as I steadied my bucket of blueberries in my car on my ride back to the store, I stopped to take some pictures around the farm.
It was a lovely way to spend the early afternoon today...
thinking of my dad.
The only thing that would have made it better
is if...
I rode my bike to get there.
: )
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| Dad in Ireland |
I love you dad!
Liz
xo
What a wonderful way to remember your dad ♥ Can't wait to see what you do with those yummy blueberries!
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I have actually been eating so many by the handfuls that I think I have to go back for more so I can bake something yummy! : )
Your blog and this post are just wonderful. What a great way to remember someone and a nice way to share it with us. I really like the mix of text, photos, and illustrations.
ReplyDeleteThank you Val! : )
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