U pick

This afternoon, Leah and I went to a farm just south of Cornelius to pick some blueberries--something I'd never done before. Some of the bushes were sparse and others had lots of unripe ones, so finding those ready to be picked required more work than we had expected. It was really fun!

I pick.



Leah picks.




On our way back to the barn to weigh and pay, a kid in overalls, hose in hand, asked if we wanted to wash our hands with his "special recipe" soap ("90% germs"). We accepted. In a plastic toy baseball helmet, he mixed hand sanitizer with dish soap, sloshed it around with some water, then had us hold our hands out. It worked pretty well! Go ahead and borrow the recipe if you want--he was clear about it not being a secret.

It wasn't until we were driving down the road that we noticed a note--obviously a kid's handwriting--stuck under the windshield wiper. We could see "you are" at the top. I imagined it was a cute note telling Leah that she had been nice or something, but when we got back to my house, we discovered that this was not the case.






Yikes! I think says that we are in the wrong parking lot and that our fine is $1.00. Who'd have guessed that the resident homemade soap dispenser and the parking lot attendant at the berry farm would be the same person? And we were delinquents and skipped out without paying!

Later, Eric used the berries to make some delicious oatmeal blueberry pancakes for dinner! Thanks for the recipe, Leah!