We usually pick blueberries on our 4th of July trips to NC, but this year the farmer informed us that there had been a frost in April. No public picking this year. Total bummer. There's nothing like picking for about an hour and then running to jump in the lake afterwards. And, I had planned on the youngest to be initiated.
Madeline picking last year.
Michelin baby in her private outdoor spa
This year, we drove up to Norris, and Madeline said,
"Sara and I will be the eaters, and Mom, you be the picker. That's a good idea."
"Don't you love the forest Sara?"
"Dla,aldluaj?"
A much needed example of sisterly love.
You eat one underripe blueberry and you never need further instruction. I caught Sara with a slighly chewed green blueberry and that was it. First hazing was done.
Then my brilliant child realized that it was much simpler to grab the blueberries that had hit the ground.
Gather ye blueberries while ye may
But, where have your shoes gone today?
Both girls ditched their playshoes because they had been covered in newly mown wet grass. Madeline would yell , "Ow, ow, ow!" to which Sara would lend an echo and then laugh hysterically.
We picked for about an hour and then headed back home, happy, hot and with one more thing off the summer bucket list. PB&J was enjoyed plastic poolside.




