Last year, I managed to miss almost the entire blueberry season. I wasn't able to freeze a darn thing last year. This year I've already picked twice. This last time - Saturday - I picked 15.5 pounds of blueberries! I've already got 6 1.5 quart containers in the freezer and I've still got 7 pounds more to freeze. I'm not sure if I'll pick this coming Saturday. It depends on how many quarts I end up with in the freezer.
It doesn't look like there's going to be a peach season this year. Most of the peaches were lost when our 2 weeks of 80's temps turned to freezing. From what I've heard, they've also lost about 3/4 of the apple crop. I was really looking forward to drying apples in my dehydrator this fall. Here in northern Michigan, they also lost almost all of the cherry crop. I feel kind of guilty for enjoying the unseasonably warm temperatures we had this past spring. It made so many of the fruit trees bloom only to have the temps drop and kill the blossoms. And now we're having an unusually warm summer. Kind of makes me wonder if we'll have another warm, dry winter or if this winter is going to kick our very cold butts.
On this final day of the Tour de Fleece, I've been plying the singles I spun earlier. I've been plying from a center-pull ball and made the mistake of leaving it alone while I picked blueberries. When I came home from picking, the ball was on the floor, much to my dismay. Upon picking it up, I also noticed that both singles had either been chewed in two or pulled apart. Personally, I'm thinking it was the first one. So, I wound what was on the bobbin onto a ballwinder and started plying the rest of the ball.
I leave you with an unusual picture of the kids. They haven't slept together on the same blanket since they were kittens. Galen was sleeping on the pillow and Tyr apparently decided that she wanted to have some pillow time, too:

Have a good week people!
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