The summer that we moved to Virginia, Jonny moved a couple months before I did. Seth and I stayed behind in our apartment in Athens while Jonny started his new job and tried to find a place for us to live. I found it difficult to pass the time. It really doesn’t matter how much you love your baby (well, he was pushing two years old) it gets boring when it’s just the two of you day after day. I did my best to structure our days. I would put Seth on my back in one of those bulky metal framed backpack carriers and we would walk through the woods every single day. Then maybe it would be time for lunch and a nap, though I don’t remember him being a good napper, or sleeper in general. In the afternoon I would put him in the stroller and we would walk throughout the apartment complex. At least once a week I would take him to visit my in-laws, about an hour’s drive away. I drove an old Chevy pickup that had belonged to my grandfather. I loved it so much, though we broke down from time to time and I had to rely on the kindness of strangers more than once. On the way to my in-laws house there was a little blueberry farm tucked into the backyard of an elderly couple. I would put Seth on my back and we would pick berries for as long as we both lasted. I still remember him carefully choosing the largest berries to eat from the bucket as we drove down the road. It’s interesting the way that circumstances that felt hard at the time are now some of my sweetest memories. And isn’t funny how memories like that can feel like yesterday? Though it was actually about this time sixteen years ago…. (And I’m pretty sure I’ve told this story here before!)
Last week we went blueberry picking at a nearby farm. It must have been the first time we’ve done so in years. I’m not sure that any of the kids I had with me have been before. Maybe Lark and Beatrix have, the rest definitely not. It didn’t take long for Mabel to decide she was finished, though we picked long enough to pay a hefty sum at the cash register! Those pick your own berries really add up quickly. In the days since, the kids made blueberry peach hand pies, and I made a couple of blueberry pies as well. One regular, and one gluten free. Our go-to pie crust recipe is from (affiliate link) Rustic Fruit Desserts. I used this gluten free pie crust recipe. For the filling, we followed this simple recipe.
In the midst of the all the pie making, I sewed a cotton gauze baby blanket for a friend’s new baby and dyed it with indigo in my iron vat. I tried to quickly snap photos of the blanket on the rack as the indigo oxidized resulting in the blue color of the blanket. The photo just before the last one is most accurate of the final color. I have enough to fabric to make one more, and I know of one more baby boy coming soon, so I think I’ll make another!
p.s. There are playsilks and goat’s milk soap in my shop now and I’ll be updating the shop with yarn and a limited run of head scarves/kerchiefs on Thursday at 10 a.m. ET.