Lucky Days and Maxi Skirts

We decided to try some new things on Monday.  Not on purpose, just because sometimes there's no other choice.

Since it was 92 degrees, breezeless and muggy, we decided it'd be a perfect day to pick strawberries at Howells Tree Farm.  We headed out in my air conditioned mini van (Huge shout out to Mike for fixing that corroded tube under the hood) after the kids decided they didn't like any of our lunch options and figured they'd just graze in the strawberry fields as we picked.  Made sense to me.

Upon our arrival, we realized we were the only ones there!  Guess it was too hot for most berry pickers, not us!  However, we soon found out the strawberry patch didn't winter well and the strawberry season was over.  BUT, blueberry picking season was just beginning.  Therefore, we trudged through the thick waves of heat toward the blueberry patch.  I've never actually picked a blueberry before.  Super easy, plus you don't have to get in the dirt like picking strawberries.  But within minutes, I heard the dreaded, "Mom, we better hurry-up cause I'm gonna piss myself".  Yep, that would be Molly.

Ross agreed to chauffeur Molly down the row of berries so she could drop trowel.  Good thing they did because apparently all the big berries were growing down that row.  Sometimes you just get lucky.

Once we'd finished gathering our $6.50 worth of blueberries, holding the baby goats, running through the weedy playground, Ross getting stinging nettles on his arm and sweating out our last ounces of hydration, we started to feel like it was cooling off a tad.

However, Molly's cheeks were uber-red from the heat and her pants were soggy from the pee shooting out at an awkward angle back in the blueberry patch.  We decided to grab some groceries from Winterset before heading back home.

But... Molly's shorts were stripped off the moment she hit the mini-van and there was no way she was pulling those damp shorts and unders back over her sweaty thighs.  Therefore, we were going to need to invent some sort of 'pant' for her to go in the store with.

I just so happened to have a clean dish towel in my van which I needed to return to the Historical Center from last weeks catering.  Again, sometimes you just get lucky.

I'll let the photos speak for themselves...

And of course our day of adventure doesn't end there.  Ross insisted on a coconut.  Yes, a coconut. 

And Maisie pulled out her tooth using only her tongue!

Again, sometimes you just get lucky!