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Hannah and I went blueberry picking last Friday. The day was warm and sunny and only slightly humid. It was so great to finally see the sun after a week of thunderstorms that I really wanted to be outside. I also wanted to bake a blueberry pie to bring to a friend’s house that evening.
The bushes were loaded with berries and the fields were crowded with families. Hannah and I found an area where no one else was picking and we set to work. I noticed pretty quickly that Hannah picks blueberries like my mother did. I can clearly remember picking berries with my mother. I’d be flitting all over the place, going from bush to bush, and my mom would just stay in one spot and pick until every ripe blueberry on that bush was in her pail. That’s just what Hannah did and that made me so happy – it was almost like having my mom with us.
While we picked I
eavesdropped listened in on all sorts of conversations. Some were interesting but most were boring and unnecessary. Honestly, I would have preferred if these people had just shut up and picked. I definitely prefer peace and quiet in the outdoors and I don’t understand why so many people feel the need to fill the world around them with sound.
All in all it was a pleasant time and in an hour we picked over 7.5 pounds of blueberry. I went home and made the best blueberry pie of my pie baking career. I’m not kidding – this pie was stupendous. And the great thing is that now I’ve got enough blueberries in the freezer for another pie or two.
You know, in case I try to outdo myself.