The balm and thrill of blueberry picking. I had forgotten. Looking for an outdoor activity that is forgiving of aging knees and cranky feet? Something not overly challenging in the fresh air that has a bonus of (maybe) two kinds of sweet goodness at the end? Consider taking yourself (a couple of kids, a friend, your mother) to the pick-your-own blueberry fields near you.
Crostata completed, this morning. It was lunch.