I got up off the floor (I had fallen asleep there. Also typical..) and put my one-day-unwashed hair in ponytail and attempted to wand some mascara over my lashes. Only having time to grab my camera, I was rushed out the door.
Now why did we have to leave so early? You see, I live in Georgia. And that should be explanation enough in itself but I'll elaborate for you. In Georgia in the summer it is miserable from around 12-3 o' clock. And it is always humid. And so, because my mother has absolutely no heat tolerance, we left at 6.
From our little town it takes about 40 minutes to get out to the country. But when you get lost because you keep going on about how beautiful the rural area is and how much you wish your dad would let your family move there, you will get lost. And it will take an hour. Being lost in the country isn't too bad though because it is so pretty :)
Finally we got there and picked our blueberries!
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| I probably actually picked twice as much as I brought home since I had one for the bucket, one for my tummy, one for the bucket, one for my tummy... |
A family in our church owns the little field and all the money goes to bringing home two little orphan boys from India to another family in our church.
Hence, the orphan song.
In all seriousness though, my family truly has a heart for orphans especially in India since the social system leaves so many on the streets, so this was a cause close to our hearts. I feel so called to India for missions.
Now what to do with two pounds of blueberries?
PIES!
We saw mini pie-jars on the Martha Stewart show a couple weeks back and have been looking for an excuse to make some ever since. Excuse found!
First day of summer= success!
Much love, Emma














































