Today was the first day of school for my monsters.
It was only a half a day though so we had the rest free…
Oh what to do?!
Go to Buchen’s Blueberry Hill and pick blue berries of course!
Trekking in.
I don’t remember the first time I went to Buchen’s.
I was very little.
I remember sticking my hand into a bush to pick a berry and pulling out a big spider instead.
We haven’t been berry picking in a few years.
The kids, my Gram, and I used to go every year.
Gram would call and say “It’s time to go picking berries!”
We would set a lawn chair in front of a good bush for her, once she’d picked it clean, we would move it to the next one.
Since my Gram passed away and I haven’t had anyone to remind me to go, I’ve let a few seasons pass.
I’ve missed it.
I miss her.
There are rows and rows of bushes all dripping with berries.
Mr and Mrs. Buchnen always let the kids eat as many as they wanted and would never take the money for an extra pound when I try to pay for them…
She or he would laugh and say it was part of the picking, you had to sample the wares.
In the past we would use belts to hold the buckets, the kids scolded me for forgetting them this year.
Maybe I’ll remember next year.
Tomorrow I will spend the day freezing the nine pounds of berries we picked.
The only reason the kids stopped picking is because I threatened not to take them to the beach..
If you ever get a chance to pick your own, it’s a fun relaxing thing to do.
The rows are narrow and tall.
A person can be picking on the other side of a bush and you’d not even know it.
The kids like to hide and duck out to scare me upon occasion.
I threatened them with serious consequences if they did it to someone else, we don’t want some poor old lady or man having a heart attack.
If you go, get a big bucket, don’t worry about getting ALL of the berries off of a bush, and
don”t forget your sun hat!
Do you have something that you’ve done ever since you were a child that’s special to you?
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