On a glorious, sunny day a couple weekends ago, Alex and I took my boys tomato picking at a
local organic farm. At one point, as my older son dragged his tomato-heavy sack along the path, he exclaimed, "Look! I'm a farmer!". And, if fact, we did all feel a little closer to the earth that day. We had a blast. See for yourself...
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Vermont Valley Farm |
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Purple Basil |
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They had lime and lemon basil too! All we could pick for free. |
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Here come some pickers. |
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Folks making pesto right on the farm. |
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Carrying heavy bags of tomatoes wears boys out. |
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All heritage varieties. |
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The aisles. |
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I am being shown how the slope of the tomato is the same as the hills around us. |
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Alex showing us how to pick a ripe tomatillo. |
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Tomatillos! |
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Alex showing my big boy how to find the good ones. |
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Stunning views. |
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Little bear loved the goats. |
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My booty waiting to be canned. |
If you have the chance, get to a local farm that has pick-your-own days. There is something extremely satisfying about picking large amounts of something to
put up for the winter while chatting with your loved-ones and like-minded strangers.
–Cassandra
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