Picking Raspberries

I am always surprised at finding these natural and wholesome activities to do with small children. Given that I live one of the countries pro-breastfeeding, attachment-parenting, natural everything, baby wearing, organic living, yoga enthusiastic cities… Boulder, Colorado {and yes, we are also famous for that tragic jonbenet ramsey case and legal marijuana dispensaries that are more popular than Starbucks} Not to mention the beautiful mountain back drop that surrounds every aspect of the city.

A mom friend suggested an afternoon raspberry picking outgoing and the thought of little toddlers running around raspberries bushing {eating their fill of fresh off the vine raspberries} was too cute to resist. So I picked up BabyBird from school early that afternoon and made the trek into Boulder to meet up at a little local farm that had rows upon rows of raspberry bushes. Both red and golden raspberries. You enter through a side gate of their house with a prefect lawn and hen coops before making your way out back to the open farm space.



What was the best part of the farm? Why, it’s the pile of dirt at the end of the raspberry bushes. After our little helpers assisted the moms in picking raspberries, they all gravitated towards this pile of dirt. It was absolutely the best to climb up and slide down, and then climb up again.

A perfect fall afternoon, bellies filled with raspberries, friends and a pile of dirt. What more does a toddler need?

Hoot n’ Howl Farm, Boulder CO.