We went blueberry picking two more times last week. (I’ve posted quite a bit of blueberry pictures here this summer, haven’t I?) We went one evening at the beginning of the week, on an especially hot day. We had a lot of work to do and weren’t planning on doing much more picking this season, but our neighbors gave us an offer we couldn’t refuse. The heat was turning their berries to mush and they just haven’t been able to pick them fast enough this year.
A few blueberries made their way into Bracken’s bucket, but they didn’t stay in there long before he ate them. Bracken got to pet a duck and enjoyed the cats that followed us around the field. I told our neighbors that if their cats ate blueberries, they’d be very well fed there. It turns out they have a dog that eats blueberries and one of their cats climbs the high branches and bends the branches over so the dog can eat the berries. How cute is that? They also have a peacock. If I ever thought I wanted a peacock for a pet, I changed my mind after hearing how loud it was.
That evening Bracken and I ran through the sprinklers while we were there and it felt wonderful. The next time we went picking was on a cloudy morning at the end of the week. That time Bracken preferred to carry around his little basket instead of a big bucket. I told Jeff it was “the last hurrah”(don’t know why, it just popped into my head), our final blueberry pick of the season. I *believe* it was our last pick. But, as it’s hard for us to keep away from blueberry fields this time of year, I can’t say for certain.
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