Blueberry Hill

"I found my thrill ......on blueberry hill. On blueberry hill ......when I found you. The moon stood still ......on blueberry hill. And lingered until ......my dreams came true."

When I first moved to Arkansas I saw a sign for a blueberry farm. The seasons changed and I never went back. Now that I've almost lived here a year I decided blueberry picking was something I needed to do..a bucket list item. My mom and Mary Ann came to visit and we went to pick blueberries.

After we got there we learned we had waited until the end of the season and that the blueberries were very picked through. However, it was the experience we most wanted and so we picked.

After blueberry picking we had a delightful time at a store called, "Oops," my mom's favorite. We really had the most entertaining time sifting through the florals and fun home accents. I bought a tuft of wispy twigs for $2.00, a fish for my bathtub, and some florals. We went antiquing at a great place in Springdale where they have neat tidbits to look through. I found a pair of old hoof nippers which were in great condition, very heavy duty. I purchased them for $12.00. As we were checking out I said, "I have to get my nippers from the bottom of the cart." For some reason that was an unusual thing to hear and we all giggled. I guess you'd only hear that from a veterinarian. On the way home we stopped at the neatest Italian Farmer's Market store that was family owned. They had homemade breads, preserves and jams, fresh corn and melons, and Italian salami and cheese. We bought some fresh produce and came back to the house to regroup. We went grocery shopping later in the night...which was a neccessity since my mom had to drink coffee with whipped cream in it due to the fact that I had no creamer. I was out of eggs and milk and was running low on everything else. The evening ended by wonderful linguini with clams and red sauce at the local Italian restaurant. It was a fantastic day!