At the farm on the top of a little hill were rows of twiggy blueberry bushes. We all got little white buckets and were directed to a row where we could pick off as many as we wanted--and eat as many as we wanted, too. I felt like the little girl named Sal from the book Blueberries for Sal as the berries went kerplunk! in my little pail.
By the time we were done, Brett and I had collected about five pounds of blueberries. We froze all of them and have really enjoyed having blueberry pie and blueberries in our breakfast cereal every day.
I like the blog thing you got going on. It makes me want to start back on my blog. It's nice to see you are doing good. :)
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