At this point I figure we've run the gamut. We've been apple picking in Connecticut. Pumpkin picking in Maine. Cranberry picking in Massachusetts. But the thing we hadn't done until a few days ago was berry pick.
But a trip to Connors Farm in Danvers (Danvahs) helped us check that off the list.
Now, I don't know much about the economics of berry picking of the blue and rasp variety, but if you factor in the labor that it takes to get those fellows off the bushes it is well, well worth the $5 a pint that they charge in the grocery store. I mean, I bet it took us 45 minutes to find enough berries to fill up 3 pints, and another 20 to find raspberries that were ripe enough to pull off the vine.
Factor in my refusal to wear sunscreen, the hour in the field is something we're more than happy to pay the heartier souls for. For it's their hands and effort that make my granola a little sweeter. And I reckon this is a thank you to them. You guys bust it out there. And we appreciate it.