Basil for Scout

You've read Blueberries for Sal? It's a favorite of ours these days. In September, we got to do a somewhat similar task. Instead of collecting blueberries, however, we were picking basil.

 Instead of Blueberry Hill, we were at Vermont Valley Community Farm, from whence comes our weekly CSA box in the summer.

There was plenty of wandering off by herself, though no inadvertent following of bears. And, of course, just like Sal, Scout plopped herself in the middle of a patch of basil to fill her bag.

Too bad basil doesn't quite make a keplink, kerplank, kerplunk like blueberries in a pail. Daddy was typically close at hand, doing the real work in terms of basil picking.

At seven month pregnant, Mom was mostly relegated to chasing down the wandering Scout and taking pictures.

The discovery of a fuzzy caterpillar on one of the basil leaves was probably the most exciting part of the day. Helping Scout not inadvertently smash said caterpillar was the most challenging.

And now we have plenty of  tasty basil and pesto stored up for the long, cold winter.