The big kids and I took a little trip to Porter, which is just outside of Conroe, to pick blueberries! My dear friend Kristy, is one of those super moms who knew about these things, and knew where to go. The Arnolds kept baby Ben, since I had a moment of clarity and realized a two hour car trip (each way) and three kids in the heat might not be the best idea. Thanks Arnolds!
Have you ever read the book, Blueberries for Sal? It's a great book, one that I read as a child, and one that Elizabeth has read. In part of the book, the little girl, Sal, has a run in with a momma bear while little Sal's momma has a run in with Baby Bear, all while they are picking blueberries. Elizabeth kept asking, "There won't be any dangerous animals, will there?" "Nope," I assure her. "Are there going to be any bears, because bears are dangerous!" "There won't be any bears at the blueberry farm, sweetie." "But if it's a farm, there will be animals, right?" It's at this point in the conversation that I consider banging my head on the steering wheel. It's also the point in the conversation where Micah decided that we will be picking blueberries with cows.
We made it to the blueberry farm, met up with Kristy and her little girl Parker, and off we went!
Aunt Kristy, leading the way to the blueberries!
The best place to find blueberries was at the very bottom of the bush, or the very top of the bush, which worked out well since we had the munchkins (not talking about you Kristy! :-)) and me.
"Look! Boo-berries, Aunt Kierstyn!"
Blueberry picking girls!
Elizabeth, proudly displaying a blueberry. Not a green one or a red one. A BLUEberry. She and Parker were very particular about the quality of berried that made it into their buckets!
Sweet, precious, beautiful, Parker. You know where she gets all those amazing traits?
From her wonderful momma!
Micah picking something that might or might not have been a blueberry. At the end of our little excursion, he didn't care what he was picking! He had blueberries, green blueberries, leaves, sticks, you name it, in his bucket. I knew it was time to go when he would pick something and promptly throw, exclaiming, "I ready to go home!"
Parker and Elizabeth..... awwwww!
This is my evidence that I really was there! See, that's me in the cute sun glasses, between all those sweaty kids.
Aunt Kristy, leading the way to the blueberries!
The best place to find blueberries was at the very bottom of the bush, or the very top of the bush, which worked out well since we had the munchkins (not talking about you Kristy! :-)) and me.
"Look! Boo-berries, Aunt Kierstyn!"
Blueberry picking girls!
Elizabeth, proudly displaying a blueberry. Not a green one or a red one. A BLUEberry. She and Parker were very particular about the quality of berried that made it into their buckets!
Sweet, precious, beautiful, Parker. You know where she gets all those amazing traits?From her wonderful momma!
Micah picking something that might or might not have been a blueberry. At the end of our little excursion, he didn't care what he was picking! He had blueberries, green blueberries, leaves, sticks, you name it, in his bucket. I knew it was time to go when he would pick something and promptly throw, exclaiming, "I ready to go home!"
Parker and Elizabeth..... awwwww!
This is my evidence that I really was there! See, that's me in the cute sun glasses, between all those sweaty kids. All in all, we had a fun time. It was hot.... really, really, hot! Kristy kindly offered to combine Parker's boo-berries with ours, and we got a grand total of.... 1 1/2 lbs of blueberries! Yep, one hour of work, only 1 1/2 lbs to show! Now wonder blueberries are expensive.
The next order of business is to decide how to use these yummy treats. Elizabeth is thinking a pie. Anyone know how to make pie?
2 comments:
Did your blueberries go "Kaplink. Kaplank. Kaplunk." in these buckets?
I love that book!
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