My husband's aunt lives on a Century Farm and grows blueberries. We went Sunday to see her and how things are doing. The blueberries look great, and she opened for picking this week. There's still a few green ones, but most are juicy and dark. I can't wait to go pick and bring some home. As always, the farm was a wonderfully beautiful and very peaceful place to be. Everything is in bloom and/or producing fruit. Besides the blueberries, the massive grapevine was spilling over the arbor, the apple trees were loaded, and I spotted some figs on the fig tree. My son swam in the pool that his father swam in as a kid with his siblings and cousins. The sun shone on us bright and warm. It's impossible not to feel the love for (and from) nature and history here.