My two small joys are pictured below engaged in one of our annual traditions: picking blueberries at a local farm. The first time we went my #1 grandson was 4 years old. He couldn't shove the organic sun-warmed, bush-ripened, sweet berries into his mouth fast enough! Now, at the ripe old age of 7, he delights in filling his bucket and showing his 3 year old brother the ropes. This year's conversation as we went down the long rows of heavily laden berry bushes went something like this:
Me (otherwise known as Nonni) to 3 year old grandson: Braydon, what do you want to do with all these berries when we take them home?
Braydon: Nonni! You know! Make apple pie.
I can see I still need to discuss fruits.
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They also guarantee we smile more often too.
Catherine: Big is right!
out on a limb: This little farm is a great destination place for families. I've told so many friends about it and its now part of their tradition.
skypixie0: ;) That's what Braydon thought!
Joan: Thanks. I think so too!
bobbot: They are really two of the best parts of my life. I love them so.
Linda C.: And we can smile more because we get all the fun and not much of the work!
Alysa: I like the idea of having a name reflecting one's culture, hence "Nonni" for me.
Matt: Chiggers! ::shudder::