Picking fresh fruit is one of my favorite annual summer treats, as at least half of what I gather goes straight in my belly. There’s nothing quite like the tartness of a fresh blueberry or the crunchy sweetness of an apple. This July we drove a little outside the city to Indian Head Farm in Belmont, MA. A cute little farm about fifteen off the highway, it was a tiny adventure as our Zipcar traded paved roads for gravel. There is something about the pop of dirt under tires that always makes me anxious for home. In any case, this cute little farm was home to hundreds of blueberry bushes that were home to hungry humans like ourselves, no bears here!