Who says Friday the 13th is cursed with bad luck? We got lucky when we went to the Canter-berry Farm to pick our own blueberries. I didn't take a picture of our bucket, but we got 3 pounds (12 cups) for $6! That's not counting the approximate pound that we put in our mouths. The great thing about this farm is that they don't spray any pesticides, and they invite you to eat as much as you like while you're picking. If that's not lucky, I don't know what is. 
We would have stayed longer and picked more, but Lydia was done being in the backpack. When I spent more time looking for her among the rows of bushes than picking, that meant we were done.
What a lucky, beautiful and plentiful morning!
