Picking Blueberries
Last month, we found a local guy who had a ton of blueberry bushes. After talking to him, we decided to give it a try. He was pretty near our house, so that was a bonus. We packed up the family and headed out on a Saturday morning.
My kids love blueberries...maybe even more than they love me. I''m not even kidding. When we showed up, we knew not to try to keep them from eating blueberries. That was an impossible task. We just didn't know how many they would eat. They pretty much didn't stop the whole time we were there.
There were so many blueberries on these bushes, we could "cherry pick" the fat ones that we wanted. Can we can that, even though we were picking a different fruit. Oh well, you get the point.
Rebecca and I picked a little more than a gallon of blueberries, and each of the kids polished off more than a pint. A pint! The guy was only going to charge us $5, but I paid him $8, just kind of as a tip. After all, they had consumed so much.
It was fun, and I would visit his place again. Maybe next year.
