U-Pick

7.11.09

I never understood why a farm would charge a picking fee on top of a per-pound rate. It seemed like overkill. Then we took Buby. Ahh, I get it now. For every raspberry that landed in his basket one landed in his mouth. My Sweets nipped it after a few minutes, since we don't know what's sprayed and what's not.


Bleu wasn't as down with the "no berries for me" concept. Once I teased her with a taste she was no longer proud toting an empty basket. My bad. I should have known she'd want more. She always does. We were slightly concerned about the prickly bushes and choking, so I distracted her with a piggy ride. And another. And another. To say she luuuuuuved it would be an understatement.