In ode of supporting the local farmer, I spent my morning elbow-deep in potato trenches. I’m Irish through-and-through, so I suppose this came somewhat naturally. Aside from potato digging, my boyfriend and I also enjoyed picking the last of the season’s blueberries.
I’m pretty lucky. There’s a local farm one exit away on the highway which offers pick-your-own crops. Depending on the season, you can pick your own strawberries, blueberries, cherry tomatoes, pumpkins, etc. It’s a wonderful day for all ages and you bring home fresh, local food you know you can trust.
Only because my mother always taught me to share, I wanted to help everyone locate a local pick-your-own farm! While I pride myself on being a fantastic multi-tasker, there’s no way I could find the time to research each and every farm in the world myself. I could totally rock out at least 68.3% of the list though, no joke.
Thanks to the wonderful world-wide web, the work is already complete. Mosey on over to http://www.pickyourown.org/, ya hear? I know this is the place where I should say “And don’t come back now, ya hear?”, as typical lines go after the word ‘mosey’. But you leaving would probably put a damper on my day, so how about you just open that link up, continue on browsing, and think about someone other than yourself for a change. Gosh.