Berry Picking

Today my mother and I did a rapid berry picking extravaganza at a beautiful farm called Monadnock View Farm. Aptly named, as I hopped out of the car a gorgeous view greeted me with Mt. Monadnock standing tall. A yellow farmhouse with an old fashioned wood-street sign indicating, "Bathrooms, Berries, Check-in, Gift Shop" stuck firmly in the ground across from the cute goats and bunnies.
"Isn't this grand Mum?" I asked, skipping along the dirt road to the Check-in.
"I could totally see myself living this way on a farm with my goats, sheep, bunnies, labrador and berries, painting pictures and being perfectly content."
"Can't make much money that way Moll," she replied.
"Yeah Molly that sounds like a wonderful way of living, and I'll look forward to seeing your farm..." I rattle on, ducking behind the blueberry bushes, popping one in my mouth. I've been teasing my mom lately about her responses to my wild and crazy ideas for what it is that maybe I'm destined to do for a bit in my life. For today it is a farm girl on a blueberry farm, pick one, pop one in my mouth, canning jam, meeting fun new people who want a picking experience...