Earlier this summer a friend and I worked hard for two hours to pick a gallon of blueberries each. The bushes from which we picked were all but barren.
Today Anna and I tried a new-to-us, pick-your-own grove and found what must be the blueberry mother lode in this part of the world. She and I picked for two hours from neighboring bushes, each gathering two gallons.
The morning was overcast and cool, perfect for blueberry picking. Neighborhood birds agreed, and several accompanied us: lots of noisy crows, a brown thrasher or two, and
one beautiful red-headed woodpecker. A particularly critical mockingbird seemed very worried that we might pick all of his breakfast berries. He definitely needed to relax!
We left plenty for him and all of his friends, and took a half a gallon berries to my parents. Tonight Anna and I made blueberry jam and blueberry sweet rolls. Now what to do with the other 3 gallons...
Tech note: I forgot to take my camera again, and had to use my Blackberry to take pictures of the blueberries and Anna. The images don't look great here, but when double-clicked and brought to their full sizes, they look pretty old good considering what I used to capture them.
one beautiful red-headed woodpecker. A particularly critical mockingbird seemed very worried that we might pick all of his breakfast berries. He definitely needed to relax!
We left plenty for him and all of his friends, and took a half a gallon berries to my parents. Tonight Anna and I made blueberry jam and blueberry sweet rolls. Now what to do with the other 3 gallons...
Tech note: I forgot to take my camera again, and had to use my Blackberry to take pictures of the blueberries and Anna. The images don't look great here, but when double-clicked and brought to their full sizes, they look pretty old good considering what I used to capture them.
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