A blueberry up my nose

 

It started with realizing these lovelies on the patio needed to be harvested.

Don't worry mom, I will take care of it for you.

 

I am just going to jump right up into the pot and harvest all these blueberries for you. 
Wait, I don't have any way to carry them.
I guess I will maybe just shake them off and spray them all over the place.
Total fun!!!

  

In the end, Mom helped and some actually made it into the bowl.
Can you believe how many blueberries there were.
It took me a million hours to harvest all of these!

 

And, in dad's dreams, they turned into these muffins.
Don't hold your breath dad!
She is not in one of her Martha Stewart moods.
We're sunk.
 



No blueberries were harmed in the writing of this post.

And, no, I did not end up with a blueberry up my nose.  That is just what mom said to me when I jumped into the pot with the plant to start my harvesting.

It went something like "get out get out oh my gosh get out of that pot or you are going to end up with a blueberry up your nose ..."

I think you get the picture.

Here's hoping the muffins become a reality one day.

I'll keep you posted.