A Blueberry Day

In the typical rush of life, you sometimes can forget some very basic things. You know. Get up, work out, get ready for work, go to work, come home, cook dinner, relax, go to bed, repeat. Before you know it, you are 40 years old.

Then there are the days where you realize that you have it pretty good and you really wouldn't change anything.

This past weekend, dear friends came to Seattle for our (at least) annual get together. It's always a whirlwind tour of some city with much good food, laughing and hanging out enjoying each others' company generally with a tot or two in tow. Neither friend has been to Seattle in many years so once we realized when they were coming, we knew that we had to take them on a quintessential Northwest experience, that is, blueberry picking.

It turned into one of those days that are just perfect. The farm K and I have found through our next door neighbors is the Byebee-Nims Farm which is about an hour out of Seattle towards the foothills of the Cascades. They have a perfect location which seems very remote but it easily accessible and set at the base of Mount Si.

We loaded everybody into the van and set off. Once there, you get buckets available at the farm and wander off into the blueberry forests. Fortunately they do not weigh your body before and after, just the buckets! The kids loved it and the adults loved it. After an easy hour of picking, there is a beautiful bucket of blueberries to show for it and a very full belly and you are done.

And when you are back home with a blueberry crisp about to come out of the oven, and everybody is sitting around happily discussing the fun day that's when you know you got it good. The reminder shall be, don't forget to stop and taste the blueberries.