Before we set-out on our lake adventure, we had a birthday feast for my friend Achlee involving an obscene amount of fried shrimp and a chocolate cake that sort of imploded... (We hid the damage under a bunch of raspberries and powdered sugar.)
For the second weekend in a row, we embraced the bucolic...
Last weekend it was in the form of floating down a river and picking an insane amount of tomatoes, and this weekend it played out with a visit to our friend's lake cottage where we had dinner at a winery, explored the vineyards and let the kiddos get good and sticky eating peaches and watermelon from the adjoining garden. The next morning we continued the fun with an excursion to a blueberry farm where we picked baskets full of berries in the blazing sun.
Now let me just say that if you have any sort of obsessive tendencies whatsoever, blueberry picking may not be the activity for you, as you might find your self so hyper-focused on sleuthing out every. single. perfect blueberry on the bush and filling your basket to the absolute tippy top that you ignore your overheated kids crying that they're having heat strokes...This might be something that could possibly happen, but I'm not saying for sure.
Bad parenting aside, our pastoral adventures of the past couple of weeks have been the ideal antidote to our overly air conditioned, technologically-heavy weekday existence. We unplug and go outside for hours at a time...We are sweaty and hot and exhausted at weekend's end. All of which is immensely restorative and just somehow feels, right.