It was the perfect morning.
Low humidity, blue skies
and birds singing their little
This is the entrance to the blueberry patch.
This year someone has tied the bushes up.
In years past they had looked much more wild.
I began picking, thinking how very long it
was going to take to fill my quart container.
Most of the berries still needed time to truly ripen
but in a self pick patch like this one
it is not likely to happen.
People get excited and pick anything that
is blue so you just have to do your best.
Fortunately, I like a tart berry
so it works for me.
In the mosaic you can see my mother
getting her baskets filled.
I meandered, looking around...
watching the birds
picking if I had to.
I picked one quart.
She got two.
Georgia picks with more attention
to getting just the best berries so she
also got fewer berries but you can bet
they were the biggest and the sweetest.
Back home again
and with a day or two
for the berries
to sweeten up
Chelsea made a blueberry pie.
It was eaten quickly at
the Fellowship Meal at church
Thanks for stopping by.
I am joining up with both
Sally's Blue Monday
Mary's Mosaic Monday.
For a precious post about
Sally you should visit
I would say that the tone of this
post is true also for Mary.
What wonderful hostesses these
Have a wonderful day.
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