And on the second day…I was tired.
I assumed we were done picking berries, but the boys said they were up for more. So, back out we went, for one hour of picking.
Yay! The first (and only) stop was the mother load. One one side were very ripe red raspberries.

One the other side, blackberries.

I froze all the berries to transport home. One tray at a time.

And you would think after picking the hot sun the boys would be done…nope, they were ready to move hay and clean the loose hay from the barn (and pick up bugs they found).

Lets Ask Gary…Bug #3

The boys found a bunch (yuk) of caterpillars crawling around the yard and up the side of garage and silo. We finally figured out they were dropping out of the hickory nut tree (more yuk).
What are they?

About two weeks after our last farm visit, we managed to get back there and check on all those unripe berries we saw.
Yay! Most were ready to be picked.
Boo! I think there were as many thorns, wild rose, and poison ivy as berries…all mixed together…and it was 90 degrees out.
But between myself, my two boys, and my dad, we were getting berries.

On the way to pick berries.

There were red raspberries and blackberries. Mostly raspberries.

Everyone was very hot, sweaty and scratched up. So glad the watermelon had been refrigerated all day.

After we all cooled down, the boys help pick broccoli. Unlike the broccoli they were picking from their garden, these broccoli heads were ginormous. (But I guess if you don’t have chicken pecking at them constantly your broccoli plants would grow a little better.)