On Tuesday morning we went blueberry picking for the first time this year. I promised Bracken that I would take him picking this week. It seems like Jeff and I used to practically live in blueberry fields every time summer came around. I can hardly believe it, but last year we only went one time. This year I hoped Bracken could control the amount of berries he shoveled in his mouth a bit more (because we don’t enjoy seeing him make himself sick) and he did seem a little better than last year. This time was, by far, the easiest blueberry picking we’ve ever experienced in all our years of picking. It’s a good year for blueberries and the branches were completely loaded. (I looked at those blue covered bushes and daydreamed about our blueberry bushes being that large and prolific someday.) We picked over 16 pounds after being there for just a short while. It started pouring on us at the end. I thought it was actually pretty fun picking blueberries in the rain, but it was time for us to get going anyway. After picking your own berries (even when the picking is abundant like it is now), it sure makes you appreciate the flats of pre-picked berries that you buy, in a whole new way. Because you realize a bit more how much work goes into picking that one flat of berries. And that doesn’t even take into account caring for the plants. I have so much gratitude for the local farmers that feed our family.
The garden loved all the rain we got this week. This morning I went inside to get a colander to harvest a few things out there. Bracken asked me to bring him out a little colander. He put two peas and a little head of broccoli in his. (Later I looked and saw he had added some blackberries and a few calendula petals.) I harvested the very last of our lettuce, trying to eek out enough for a salad to bring on Saturday. (We’ll be at Saturday Market this weekend, by the way.) Jeff planted more lettuce starts in the garden, but they have a ways to go. Green beans have been slowly making their way into a few meals and Bracken is constantly checking for more. I picked the tops of our basil plants and harvested some collard greens. Jeff recently made the most delicious greens from our garden. He steamed some kale and collards, then slow cooked them with some homemade broth, onions, and mushrooms from our backyard. They melted in your mouth like butter. I think they were the most delicious cooked greens I’ve ever had.
I love stacking rocks. I don’t know why, it just makes me happy. Whenever I’ve gone hiking on trails and seen little stacks of rocks that people have left behind, it makes me smile. And I like to add one of my own to make someone else smile too. Years ago I put little stacks of rocks in various parts of our house. This week I decided to bring them outside instead. I want less stuff and clutter inside (and less things that require dusting) so am moving things like that outdoors. Bracken likes our new stacked rock art around the garden. Our garden needs more of them.
P.P.S. On Monday evening we were in our front yard when we looked up and saw a beautiful rainbow. I don’t know about you, but I think they’re lucky.