Still no Violet Beauregarde
Yesterday, after one whole week of wanting to pick more blueberries to make blueberry crisp, blueberry muffins, blueberry pancakes, blueberries straight up, etc. I started out on my journey to go to the super secret blueberry patch. It was not raining at my house, and I thought YIPEEE! what a perfect berry day with no sun and cool July weather, so I started south on I-65 to Franklin with much anticipation. It got darker, stormier, and then it was pouring down buckets like in the movies. It was pouring so hard I almost had to pull over. My heart sank the further I drove into the storm. I got off the highway at the exit, and as I made my turn down the super secret road, it started to clear up some. By the time I got to the bluberry patch, it drizzled for anther 5 minutes, and it stopped raining. It turned out to be the best blueberry picking day yet! Ah, blueberries!