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A berry good time
Strawberry picking at the Pickin’ Patch in Simsbury. Rather than paying $2.49 per pound, this disgruntled berry picker started citing child labor laws and demanded minimum wage and benefits. For the next few weeks, we will negotiate over sundaes, shortcake and smoothies. Now, bring on the blueberries!
Pioneer Woman. That’s Me.
Doug and Tyler decided it’s time for a garden, and an entire produce aisle now flourishes on the side of our property. Eva thinks it’s “Daddy’s sandbox.” The dogs are ecstatic about our chicken poop fertilizer. As for me, I’m still combing Amazon.com for “Rhubarb Recipes for Dummies.” Soon I will gather our crop under the harvest moon, and the canning will begin. I will turn into Pioneer Woman right before your eyes!
Say what?
The reason many of us settle down and have families is when we become fed up with the dating scene. One thing I don’t miss is the random, disconnected, incoherent jibber-jabber spewed by guys in bars just before closing time. Ironically, every time my two-year-old opens her mouth, I’m right back where I started.