There is something so calming, almost therapeutic about picking blueberries. Reaching high and low to find that perfect cluster of berries, blue all around. Gathering them, a few at a time, being carefully not to drop any as you slip them into your basket.
I hear my little guy reminding his sister to only pick the blue ones, "leave the red and greens ones on the bush," he says. He is my "Official Blueberry Inspector" he takes this job very seriously. :)
This sweet girl of mine could pick all day long, just like her mama. She isn't as precise as her brother but, for her it is more about the experience of picking and not the actual berries.
And then, there is my youngest who, just like with strawberry picking, was just there to eat what we picked!
These times of us "picking", whether that be blueberries, blackberries, strawberries, cherries, apples or pumpkins, have truly become one of my favorite family traditions. The anticipation and excitement leading up to the different seasons is a joy in itself. The tastes and smells that come from the kitchen after we pick? Might just trump everything else!
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