As in blue. berries.
Yesterday the kids and I ventured up to Apple Hill to pick some blueberries. Mistakenly, we thought that we would be able to escape some of the heat. It just seems like it should be cooler there but we were wrong. Wes was on duty so it was just me and the kiddos and as we were driving there I saw the thermostat on the mirror creep higher and higher. I really wanted to just turn around and head back to my cold house that was being pumped full of good ol’ fashioned a/c.
But Ava was in a mood. When Ava is in “the mood”, there is no getting her out of it until she gets what she wants. She reminds me so much of my sister in this way. The girl wanted to pick blueberries, so pick blueberries we did.
As we pulled into Pine O’ Mine the man asked me if I was crazy. “Ma’am, it sure is a hot one. Are you ready to melt?” Not a good sign.
But we grabbed our buckets and trudged into the berry patches. Yes, it was hot. Scorching. But it was also wonderful.
My children were expert blueberry pickers. They were quiet and happily picking blueberries. For 45 minutes. Even Clay (who insisted on the hat) took berry picking very seriously.
We walked back to the stand to have our berries weighed. All together, we picked 8 pounds. That doesn’t sound like a lot of blueberries, but believe me, it is.
As we were driving back home, I couldn’t help but think to myself that we are so lucky to live here. It is so beautiful that you cannot help but feel inspired. And grateful.
It was a great day. Now I am off to make some pie.
Look at that sweaty little head.