There really is a pick-your-own orchard and fruit farm named Green Acres a couple minutes’ drive from my house, and it really is one of my favorite places to be. Farmers pay migrant laborers very low wages to do the same thing I happily pay for the privilege of doing, from the stoop labor of picking strawberries in June to the embarrassingly easy pleasure of plucking perfect apples off miniature trees in September. This week I picked blueberries, blackberries (pictured here in various stages of ripeness), raspberries, white nectarines, and regular nectarines. I could have picked peaches (but why get fuzz in my mouth when nectarines are so wonderful?) or the earliest of our apples, Jersey Macs (of course, I’m holding out for Arlets and Empires). I also photographed the farm pond and a small flock of wild turkeys poking around in the orchard. What abundance and contentment!