Here we are at the beginning. I carried my bucket all the way out to the patch. I had to bring my cool Go, Diego Go gardening gloves with us and got started right away. I lost the gloves after a few minutes.
Mom must have told me a thousand times, "only pick the blue ones." I figured this one out for myself after I ate an unripe, green blueberry. It was quite sour. I had picked about two pints of blueberries and then mom let me eat one right off of the bush. After that, the hunt was no longer for blueberries for my bucket but ones for my mouth. I probably ate as many as I picked!
It was hot out there, good thing mom brought along some refreshments. The apple juice wasn't cutting though after Ainsley got a taste of fresh, homemade blueberry lemonade.
Here we are with the 2.69 lbs. of blueberries we both picked. It was really rewarding for Ainsley to see them weighed. She showed off the bag to everyone.
At lunchtime, I ate a little and then said, "I'm done. My tummy is full of blueberries." I showed mom how big my tummy was and she just laughed. We both agreed that we should do this each year.
2 comments:
Have ya'll read Blueberries for Sal? Your pictures remind me of that children's story. So cute!
I am so glad that your Mom took you Bluebery picking. I remember when your Great Grandma Annie, took me. We went out in the swampy areas up in Wakefield and had to wear long sleeved shirts and very old shoes as it was wet. It was fun. When we got home we had to wash the berries and then Grandma Annie would make homemade Jam. It sure was a process but it tasted so good in the winter. We also used to go strawberry and raspberry picking but that was in the wild and not on the farms like they have now. I am so glad that you had fun....
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