I took my daughter out myself the other day to go to a beach by a river. On the way there, I decided to stop by a farm where we do our blueberry picking. I LOVE this farm, and their blueberries. It is so charming and I wish that it was more than just blueberries, but that is all they have, and they seem to make a killing. Maybe I need to start my own blueberry farm.
The "store" part of the farm is a little shed with a window. From 7-2 pm (or something like that) there is someone inside the store. After that, they operate on an honor system where you pick your amount and pay by putting the cash in a wooden locked box. They have ice pops in the freezer inside to take also on the honor system. I just love things like this, as we are all so untrusting and suspicious of one another.