Blog,Those Were The DaysPicking Berries in ’68Among my summer memories from growing up on a farm are the days when my sister and I would go berry picking. Generally, she picked berries in an ice cream pail, and I tried to eat them. We would don long sleeve flannel shirts that belonged to dad, and head deep into the berry briars […] By Phil Nee
Blog,Those Were The DaysPicking Berries in ’68Among my summer memories from growing up on a farm are the days when my sister and I would go berry picking. Generally, she picked berries in an ice cream pail, and I tried to eat them. We would don long sleeve flannel shirts that belonged to dad, and head deep into the berry briars […] By Phil Nee
