I'm a morning person, but D. is not generally morning person, and especially not when he has been up late on the computer. So Saturday morning I left him with Bonita (who has been delighted to have another person to pounce on in bed) and took Liz's Xtracycle over to the farmers' market at Deering Oaks. On the way I stopped at Hannaford and met the owner of the homemade bike trailer I've seen around town (so cool! made from a futon frame and some boat trailer tires!) and then went to use up some more of my credit at Fishbowl Farm's stand, plus splurging on some Ruby Kraut from Thirty Acre Farm as I was buying my eggs.
Back home at around 10:00, D. was still not budging from bed and neither was Bonita, so I headed up nohth to my favorite blueberry mountain. It was a perfect day and so nice to be up there again. And great berries. This year I'm saving a bunch in the freezer and will try starting some plants from seed, following directions from the Maine Extension Service, so I went picking with an eye for the kind of berries I'd like to see growing in my yard. And then of course I ended up picking a couple of quarts because I just couldn't help it. Finally I made myself come down from there and returned to cook dinner for the birthday boy. When I closed my eyes that night I still saw blueberries.