I had done one the other day, but the tinypic.com widget cut off the photos too much, so that one is only a draft now.
I'm going to see if these pics of our blueberry picking day will come out all right.
Saturday, Michael and I met with several friends at a local blueberry farm.
Much cheaper than the other places, one of them 18 dollars a gallon, we got these luscious berries for 5 dollars a gallon.
We left early so we could get in a lot of picking before the group tired out. In years past, most folks peter out after about an hour. So we arrived at 8 and picked for 1/2 hour before a few showed up, and the rest came at 9 am.
Some came bearing doughnuts. I got the low down later that Michael managed to finagle the ONLY Bavarian cream in the lot!
We found a sweet spot against the hill with shade, a light breeze, and big juicy berries,
and we proceeded to be silly and enjoy ourselves until 11 am.
We picked about 4 gallons for ourselves, in about 3 hours. The law of diminishing returns applies here, we discovered. Leah needed help finishing her last 3/4 gallon, so we all jumped in and got it done in about 5 or 10 minutes.
And here are most of the wonderful faces from that morning.
We spent a wonderful couple of hours with some of the gang, eating fresh blueberry muffins (Thank you, Miss Angie) before heading out to stop by my parent's house and give them some of the berries. We were repaid with a nice time of visiting, AND BBQ burgers. Not a bad deal!
It's good to be out with dear friends and family, and it's good to be home, sweet home!