Summertime in Pennsylvania means being barefoot on a tire swing at dusk and picking fresh blueberries in the morning.
We were bummed that the fields were closed on Tuesday when we tried to go with Tabatha & Kooper, so we decided to try our luck again this morning.
The entire half hour drive over there Nicholas threw a giant temper tantrum because he wanted to go to the Y instead, but I had promised Abby we would try picking berries again on Thursday, so I sucked it up, strapped the on baby, and hiked through the fields with them.
Nick got over it eventually and wound up having a good time. We were probably only there for 30 minutes or so, but we managed to fill our bowl and avoid any major melt downs.



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