To celebrate the start of summer, our whole family headed out to pick blueberries. There is a blueberry patch no more than a mile from our house. I learned about the blueberry patch a little late last summer, so Edmund and I got in one small picking before the season ended. Since about February, every time we pass the blueberry patch Edmund says, "are the blueberries ready yet?" Last week I finally spotted a sign that let us know the blue
It is still early in the season, but there were a fair number of ripe blueberries. Edmund got a special, kid-sized pail. We explained that we only pick the "blue" berries and set Edmund free. He immediately started dropping blueberries into his pail. As he did so he said, "kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk," and informed us he was Sal from Blueberries for Sal. However, he was quick to assure Steven and I that we wouldn't meet any bears on our excursion, just some chickens.
The picking continued famously. Surprisingly Edmund only put one unripe blueberry in the basket, and even asked me when he wasn't sure if he had a "blue" berry. I commented on the humor in this, as even I at times find it hard to distinguish a
We picked blueberries for about thirty minutes before calling it quits. Other families had bucket loads of berries, but as a family we don't consume much. We decided it best to eat some, make a few recipes, and use them all up. We had such a great time, we plan to return next week, and may even come home with a pile of blackberries too.