We admittedly have a stash of blueberries in our kitchen at all times. They are the perfect snack for every member of the family (except Scout, she steers away from fruit, but will gladly partake in any other morsel). We have them no matter what the season. The problem? When you taste fresh blues that are in-season, picked straight from the vine, it is difficult to ever imagine buying a carton in the grocery store mid-January. They'll be there, but the freshness can never be replicated. There is nothing like a true blue. Today we went blueberry picking. It was bright and early - our first task of the day. Even Julia had her own half carton hitched to a rope that set conveniently around her neck for free hands. Charlie was content to pick his own from the comforts of the Boba carrier. He had a perfect angle and a mighty appetite. The other pickers thought he was quite hysterical. Something about this simple task of picking our fruit made my heart quite happy. I am thankful that I live just minutes away from farms that help teach my children the value of local produce. We are blessed to experience the abundance that we have around us. There are so many lessons involved for Julia and Charlie. The best part of the whole experience was the sense of accomplishment that Julia felt as she picked her own bucket. The blueberry muffins that we made later today tasted so much better with the our morning's work added to the mix. It helped that this was the BEST EVER blueberry muffin recipe...the secret is in the "burned butter". Blueberries for breakfast, lunch and dinner. We will all be dreaming in blue tonight.
It's true, she picked almost all of them on her own (besides the ones that she stole from our buckets when we looked away)...her giggle is a precious give-away.