We had such a great experience last year picking blueberries at Blueberry Hill down in SC while visiting friends, that we decided to repeat the experience this year. Of course, from year to year, any kind of gardening or farming is tricky, and this year with the cooler spring, rainy summer, and recently picked bushes, we didn't have near the luck filling our baskets as last year.
Our workers started out strong, but they soon tired of having to search harder to find the ripe berries and just gave in to the call of the farm animals.
I always love watching the littlest members of the group figuring out the art of berry picking...and eating.
We did manage to get a couple of gallons between us, and plenty of snacking.
I felt incredibly fortunate to be picking berries with these lovely ladies. We've been good friends since 4th grade, nearly 27 years now. I am blessed to live close enough to see one of them regularly (and she, or her children, pops up frequently here), but we rarely see her twin who lives in Ireland. The last time we were all together was Thanksgiving 2009, when there were 3 less babies between us.
Now we have 12 children between us, and although Paulie and Philip weren't with me for this trip, the rest of our children were reacquainted and enjoyed picking blueberries together. At the end of this month, we're planning another trip to see them before we are separated again for a while.