We spent another day last weekend working on the blueberry farm.  We so look forward to this outdoor work together and spending time with my husband's aunt.  It's such a special place to my husband who spent a lot of time here as a young boy, and to his whole family who all love this place, too.  We pruned bushes until our hands ached and then were treated to homemade pumpkin pie.  We got to explore some in the old barn built in 1903, which is always thrilling but also makes me feel like we are intruding or stepping into a sacred place, now silent but so alive with memories.  I always want to sit inside, still, and just listen.  But not for long, because while there we're making new memories, our experiences intertwining with those from decades long gone. 
by mlekoshi