Last weekend, Randy and I visited the Mountain Home Berry Farm that is in - wait for it - Mountain Home. (Arkansas, not Idaho.)
Oodles of gourds of all shapes and sizes...
Delicious looking jams, jellies, salsas and butters...
This is Judy ~
She and her husband own the farm. Judy offered to take our picture with Bliss, the Cat. Unfortunately, Bliss the Cat wasn’t in a photogenic mood. The picture of Randy and I turned out well, however. Hooray! Randy smiled for the picture!
This is her husband taking customers out on a hayride. Randy and I didn’t partake in this activity. Had I known that there was a miniature donkey that I could pet if I went on the hayride, I probably would have gone.
This is as good as it gets for me until I return to the farm and go on the hayride...
I bought some pumpkin butter and blueberry jam. Both are to die for.
This is where I intended to insert an educational tidbit about the phrase ‘to die for’. The best I can come up with is that the saying is from, according to Ted Nesbitt at allexperts.com, Yiddish influenced English and has been around since the late 20th century.
I did learn a new word today:
Etymology: The study of the history of words, their origins, and how their form and meaning have changed over time.
Thank you, Wikipedia
Pumpkin Butter is all gone and I will be going back to the Berry Farm very, very soon to stock up for winter.
Have the BEST day ever!