I love picking blueberries at the local blueberry farm. Sure, it is hot and sweaty work. But there is something so fulfilling about it. We chat with friends while our hands are busy. The kids wander around searching for berries on the lowest branches, their teeth and lips stained blue. I love the feel of community and shared labor. When I pull a bag of the frozen berries out in mid-winter they are reminder of heat and sun and summer bounty. I think we can safely call the berry picking a yearly tradition now. The boys look forward to it and are getting good at helping pick (although they do still eat more than they keep). The berries were plentiful this year and the work was relatively quick. If I had more freezer space I would go get more.
This was the best I could get for our yearly shot of the berry pickers.None of the boys really wanted to be still.
Oh well, look how much they have grown since the first time we went berry picking!
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(July 2008, Nathaniel 11 months & Jeremiah 3 years)
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