I should have been a farmer.

I should have been raised in the country.

I love being out in the middle of nowhere with lots of land, rows and rows of produce, chickens milling around, meals made from scratch,...you get the picture.

My wonderful mother left the farm when she married my citified dad and never looked back, but evidently there is some farmer blood running through my veins.

Today, my daughter and I drove north to Shady Oak Farm in Newton to pick berries.  I could have stayed there for good.  We both loved being on the farm, the smells, the sounds...We had to giggle everytime we heard the rooster crow and the hens all cackle. (He sounded like he was having fun.)

It only took us only an hour to pick seven pounds of blueberries and a couple pounds of blackberries.  It was a bit more challengin picking blueberries here versus up in Michigan.  We are used to bushes that are about five feet high in MI.  These bushes here were no higher than our knees which made some backstraining picking but worth it.

While we were there the farmer let loose his chickens and of course Bonnie had to see if she could catch one which she did.  No, she didn't chase it down.  Instead, she stood very still and it just came to her.   She was so proud of her chicken.  She can't wait for us to get our own.  We still need a coop to keep them in but now with our home improvement projects under way we should have enough scrap built up to build one soon.

We, of course, will never have our own full fledge farm, so I am content to hang out at places like Shady Oak Farm.  But I am grateful that we can grow alot of our own veggies in our own little garden and that I have a small bit of farmer blood running through my veins.