Blueberry picking

Despite weeks of 100+ degree days, I could not resist planning a trip to a blueberry farm when a gal from church told me about it last week. Stephen took most of a day off. We woke up at 5am to load the car and pack breakfast, leaving before 6am to arrive just after 7am when the farm opened in order to get some hours of picking in before it got too hot. We all had a wonderful time! Stephen, who grew up picking blueberries at his GA home found it especially enjoyable. Nora, too, had surprising stamina. Joseph tired out after about an hour and I welcomed his request to find the farm's dogs that had sought shelter in the shade near the water coolers that were provided for visitors. Between that and numerous breaks to eat the contents of his basket while sitting on a blanket in the shade of the bushes, we were able to pick until nearly 11am. We came home with lots of deliciously sweet blueberries, most of which we froze for pancakes, muffins and smoothies. We did keep out enough to eat some fresh on granola and ice cream -yum!