The bushes are loaded with huge, juicy berries. It takes me about fifteen minutes to pick six or seven pounds, and I don't have to move more than a few feet as I pick.
Rebekah went out with me last week, and in no time at all we had picked twenty-three pounds!
As I sat on the porch one evening last week kitchener stitching the toe of a sock together, I suddenly realized something. The socks were the exact colours of the blueberry patch I had been frequenting. This is where it turns out it is a good thing the blueberry farmers are friendly. The next day when I went out to pick berries I took my socks with me. I asked if it would be okay for me to do a photo shoot in the blueberry field. I'm quite sure it was the strangest request they have had all summer. Or maybe in their entire lives.
The socks were knit using Rowan's new sock yarn, Fine Art. It is lovely yarn. Possibly too lovely for socks. By the time I finished this pair I had come to the conclusion that it would have been better suited for a scarf or shawl. It is soft and silky, and it seems a shame to waste all that goodness on smelly old feet.
|Rowan Fine Art Colour 305 Kingfisher|
See that line cut through the trees on the mountain behind their yard? That's the Canada/US border.