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Thursday, May 31, 2012

The Perfect Summertime Saturday Morning


Saturdays in June are a special time for my family because it’s blueberry season.  And there’s nothing more satisfying than fresh blueberries, right?  Think of all you can do with them!  You can make Blueberry Muffins, Blueberry pancakes, Blueberry Jelly, Blueberry Syrup, etc., etc., etc.  And of course, there’s nothing else like a big bowl of fresh blueberries hanging out in the kitchen where little hands and big hands alike can grab ’n go!

So Saturday mornings we head to the blueberry farm.  They give us each a bucket and point us in the direction of the rows where berries can be found.  And off we go!  Much to my delight, the sounds of giggles take flight and happiness engulfs us, every one.  The hunt for berries usually turns into a hunt for each other because we lose ourselves in the process.   And before you know it we’ve collected as many berries as we can carry!  

We pay the farmers and often get entangled in gardening conversations with them before we’re on our way back home.  And don’t you know, the minute we reach home, somebody’s pulling out a mixing bowl for whatever our fancy is for the morning…… because we’re hungry!   And that, my friends, is the perfect Saturday morning at the Flynn Household!

What do you like to do with your family on Saturday mornings when school is out and summer has begun?  Do you have favorite summertime family traditions? 

14 comments:

  1. That sounds like great fun, Lesia! Out of curiosity, how much do these pick-it-yourself farms usually charge per pound? Or is at a by the bag sort of thing?

    I love fruit bearing plants. Strawberry season just ended, I have five blueberry bushes in the front yard--which at this time of year amounts to a handful of berries for every family member each day. As the blueberries are tapering off, the blackberry canes in the back yard are just starting to ripen, followed close behind by the red raspberries.

    Without realizing it, I suppose I re-created a miniature version of my childhood memories. My father was a prepared-for-the-apocalypse kind of guy...bless him. And as a result he'd filled our yard with raspberries, cherries, strawberries, and dwarf apple trees of so many varieties, there was always something to go out and harvest from May through October. (Because nothing fends off the end of the world like fresh fruit. ^_^) I have the fondest recollection of running barefoot through dewy grass every morning on a hunt for my unofficial breakfast.

    ~Angela Blount

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    1. Muahahaha! All good until you turn into a zombie and want to eat someone's face. ;)

      Love the theory of being able to provide for your own family. I used to can a lot. But since I started working and write when I get home, there's been no time.

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  2. Wow! What a way to fend off the apocalypse! Love it! lol

    As for the price, I'm not sure. I know it's cheap (or it is to me, anyway). Barring rain, I'm going Saturday morning and will let you know, ok?

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  3. Uh-oh. Looks like they're not open for a few more weeks. Nonetheless, here's where I go.

    Mary Mac Berry Farm
    2060 Dug Hill Rd
    Brownsboro, AL 35741
    (256) 534-5328

    4.2 miles north of 431. Two miles south of 72 East.
    June 15-Aug 15
    Mon-Sat from 7am-7pm
    Call ahead.
    Items: Blueberries, blackberries

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  4. Oh! You had to ask! Nothing beats waking up on Saturday morning and turning on Sports Center!!! Football Saturdays are The Best! I'm sure the other southern belles here will agree.

    What else? Well, now that the kids are grown, we take it easy and make a big breakfast together. Then we chillax a bit before breaking into yard work and such. A system that gets us through the summer.

    I do miss days when the kids were home and could relax in the morning watching cartoons or Disney movie, snuggling up to them or gearing up for softball, baseball, soccer, football, and cheer leading games. Of course, there were karate and dance lessons too. And the one summer we watched the old Dark Shadows series everyday. Great fun!!

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    1. Wait. There's football already...? Really? :D

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  5. You make me ashamed. I am all about some lolling on Saturday morning. And during football season, all about some looking and watching football all day.

    I used to have a peach tree and would make blueberry/peach preserves. Then my tree died. They do that.

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    1. No need to feel ashamed...I love to loll too! <3

      But about that football? I really didn't think football started til like....October? I mean, it's Baseball season, folks! The Rangers! The Yankees! It's All American, people!

      May be you could share your blueberry/peach preserves recipe with us on a Friday post soon? Then little jars of peaches could live on and on and on...! :D

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  6. I know this will surprise no one but like Jean my favorite Saturday morning tradition is having a lazy slow start to the day, other wise known as lolling.

    If it is a football Saturday all the better!! Less than 100 days to kick off! RTR!!

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  7. I love blueberries! Brain food. Saturday is my writing day and I rarely get to take a Saturday off. Or Sunday for that matter.

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    1. Yes! You're right! Brain food....Yum! Maybe a market nearby carries local blueberries just for you! It's brain food for the book, right? :D

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  8. Alas, it's just me and the H at home now. We like to get up and be out early on Saturdays; going to some historic spot or SHOPPING (my personal fav). I am with Jean - during football season we're usually at Auburn or, if it's an away game, at home glued to the television. Sorry, not with the baseball thing. I finally figured out last week why I don't like baseball: Abner Doubleday was on the Union side exactly opposite to my great x 3 grandfather's brigade at Gettysburg. Odd huh? Guess that's why I don't do baseball. ;)

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