I have lived in Hershey, Pennsylvania for just over a month now. I am slowly learning the back roads, where the closest Starbucks is, NOT to even venture down HersheyPark Drive during a weekend or concert night (unless I want the kids to nap in the car), and that it can smell like chocolate one day and sewage the next.
It is fun to say I live in Hershey. My husband works for Hershey. My kids attend the U-Gro center in Hershey and we now live in Hershey. Our church is right here. I am starting to recognize people when I go out.
My new house gives me such joy. The boys love the back yard and I love walking our little streets, searching for cicadas.
So today I got to know something else nearby. Max, Charlie, and I ventured out to the nearest farm for some fruit picking. It was blackberry day and we had a blast.
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| on our way out ... |
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| we picked the black ones |
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| caught in the act of taste-testing ... the evidence was all over his shirt |
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| "Charlie ... chickens." |
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| on our way in ... |
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2.2 lbs. of blackberries
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Strites Orchard was fantastic - we'll be going back soon!
August 10th, 2013
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