Now that Mom and D have spent much of their retirement in the NC mountains, they have gotten to know the locals and all of the best kept secrets. The other day, we all went to the blueberry farm.
As we drove up the mountain on a long dirt road, we passed grape vines and red barns.
Fences and walls were covered with flower pots.
We even saw this old house on the way still decorated for the 4th of July.
Once we arrived and were greeted by two Vizlas and a mutt, we entered this old barn where we met ladies working on needlepoint and folks visiting.
Wine tastings are held here in the evenings and it reminded me of the anniversary trip that Mr. and I took to Napa to celebrate our tenth anniversary.
I can just imagine being there in the evening with the lanterns, the view of the beautiful mountain in one direction, and the view of the blueberry bushes on the hillside in the other.
And just so you know, the bathroom was even charming. It was also open to the elements I might add. It occurred to me to look under the sink skirt just to be sure there were no snakes hiding. Yes, I said sink skirt and it was darling. Oh and no snakes BTW.
The blueberry bushes were positioned at the foot of the mountain and as we picked the berries, we climbed a little higher.
Because it was early in the morning, the blueberries were still covered in dew.
Oh my goodness at the blueberries.
Oh and by the way, they also have an apple orchard. Something tells me that we will be going back there in the fall.
Do you pick blueberries? Better yet, what do you do with them? I was given great advice many years ago on how to freeze them. Spread them out on a cookie sheet and freeze so that none are touching. Then place in a mason jar. When you need a few for pancakes, smoothies, etc. take them out of the freezer and wash before adding to your recipe. You can also use freezer bags.
Update: The name of the farm is Old Orchard Creek Farm.
Link to the farm
See them on flickr