Well, that might be a slight exaggeration but still, I do think about blueberries a lot. Especially when you see them in the grocery store and they are like a bazillion dollars for a little container.
We have the awesomeness of living 10 minutes from a blueberry farm. Oh yeah. And starting July 1 there was pickin’ goin’ on.
Last week I had a morning open so my friend Bonnie and her two adorable children Joseph and Miriam went blueberrying. Is that a word?
It is if I say it is.
Now I have to say that it was a tad wet with rain threatening on that morning but thankfully it didn’t actually rain until after we were done. But I would have made the sacrifice for the blueberries.
And we tried not to eat too many blueberries straight from the bushes. I didn’t want them asking to weigh ME.
Just as an aside, Kellogg’s Concentrate cereal is my all time favorite. Little flakes of goodness in my bowl. They made this awesome squeaky noise when you took the first bite, sort of like walking on snow on a really cold day. I have always felt that the flakes, in my mind, would look like manna that the Lord sent to Moses and the Israelites.
No?
But you had to eat the cereal REALLY quickly once you put the milk on it because otherwise it became this soggy, disgusting mass. Of course, if you are HHBL that is when it is best. He puts milk on his cereal and then goes to get the paper and lets the cereal sit and sit……
But that is for another post I am thinking.
And the best thing to have for breakfast on a summer morning, down at The Cottage, sitting at the table and watching the sun rise was a bowl of Concentrate with blueberries and milk.
Oh joy.
Now back to our regularly scheduled blog post.
Sorry, got distracted there for a moment.
And so we ended our blueberry picking outing. Slightly damp but happy and thinking about all the things that we were going to do with our blueberries.
And Bonnie tells me that hers are already all gone….
So I just think we will have to go back.
We had such a great time. The kiddos are already asking when we are going again.
ReplyDeleteI cannot remember your blueberry picking style: (a) concentrate on one bush, stripping all the berries top to bottom, or (b) my preferred, predatory picking process - pick at eye-level on multiple bushes in sequence, trying to forget the inevitable gastronomic consequences of ingesting vast quantities of blueberries during the picking process.
ReplyDeleteI am more of a "b" style although I have employed the "a" method upon occasion. However, in this instance I didn't think it would set the right example to be chucking blueberries at the children.....now if my own children had been there then it would have been and entirely different matter.
ReplyDeleteLooks like fun! I want to go!
ReplyDeleteYour pics of the kids reminded me so much of the book Blueberries for Sal...a classic children's book.
Oh blueberries, yum!!! That looks like so much fun!! Great pictures of you and the helpers. I especially love this line "I am just me and I can’t be anyone else but me". Well said!
ReplyDeleteDebbie, where is the blueberry picking farm?
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