Farm Day

Chasing ducks,

befriending dogs,

discovering bones (what is this and do I really want to know?),

and running by the lake,


while the moms talked and picked huge, plump, ripe blueberries for more jam making from the overgrown, "secret-gardenish" maze of towering bushes.

It was a farm day in Florence, Mississippi, during a heat wave (105 degrees heat index). It was worth the sweat as I hope you can see.

Blueberry Picking

Yes, that is a bird's nest in the first photo. The parents were no where to be found, but the owners of the farm said that the large brown birds return in the evening when blueberry pickers are not around. The eggs were probably about one inch long and speckled brown. I'll do some research later to see if I can find out what they may be. Let me know if you know what they are! I think they may be brown cowbird eggs or the eggs of a large type of sparrow?

It was a cool, breezy morning, and we were there early at 7:00 am and joined by friends. By the time we left, the sun was warming things up. We picked almost 2 gallons-- one to freeze and eat like popcorn and one for making jam.