Up at the Farm

When I was but a wee lass Michele and I would go Upstate NY for two weeks every summer with Noni and Grandpa. We would fish at Chick's lake (something I personally always found terribly boring) play ancient board games when it would rain, and almost everyday we would take a hike. We would start out along a road and at a certain point we would turn into the woods. Because it was August, it was blackberry season. Grandpa would point out the bushes with the berries and try to make them accessible to my sister and me. Blackberry bushes are very thorny although to be honest, a few thorns were worth it. We would fill a bag with berries and continue to hike along (well mostly in) a stream back to the house. Whatever berries were left Noni would take and make into a bisquick cobbler. Yum! In the evening Noni would heat water for our bath on a stove, we would climb into the claw foot tub and get clean. If we were lucky there would be a campfire with marshmallows (are they done yet?!) and then off to bed. In the morning we would start all over again.