Bob and I visited my folks on their farm in Maryland last week and had a great time picking and eating raspberries and blueberries, among other activities. The fruit crops, including strawberries, were great this year -- except for my sister's sweet cherries, which were killed by frost.
Dad (above left) has recovered well from a head injury he suffered in a fall last winter. He can't do everything he used to on the farm, but he can tell someone exactly what to do.
Here are some photos from our visit.
Dad, Bob, and Harvey tell tall tales in the yard.
Dad tilling a former strawberry field so he can plant a cover crop.
Mom takes a spin in a 1930 Ford Roadster. Both models have aged well. (Mom is younger and prettier.)
Bucket of black raspberries. Not blackberries -- black raspberries. These are almost impossible to find in the store. They are hard to grow, but worth it.
These are my cousin Jen Arter's blueberries. YUM.