Oh yes, oh yes! Blueberry picking was a major event this summer. It was certainly one of the highlights for me. Charlotte stayed home with Papa Tim while Grandma Mary and I took the boys to the berry patch. The crop was beautiful and the quiet of the farm was perfect. We went on July 4th, and somehow, berry picking seemed like the perfect way to be in the All-American frame of mind.
Each row of berries is labeled with the specific variety. We loaded up on lots of “Patriot” berries. Seems perfect for Independence Day, doesn’t it?