Blueberries For Betsy…

Picture courtesy of oregonberry.com

When was the last time you picked berries?

Probably it’s longer than you think, so you should try to put it on your summer “to-do” list.

Pronto.

I spent today, with the kids en tow, picking blueberries at a local farm.

First timer at it, mostly because I was unsure how to execute it with twins when they were younger, then later because Baby Lug was… well Baby Lug. Now I wish I had done it earlier. It was so much fun.

Straight out of one of our favorite stories, the classic Blueberries for Sal , we Kerplinked! Kerplunked! Kerplanked! blueberries into our pail as we meandered up and down. Chatting. Laughing. Pretending we were picking much-needed fuel cells for our spaceship.

A few blueberries into the pail, a few in our mouth.

We chatted about blueberries, how to pick them, how to select what is ripe.

Mr Man, my eldest made it his mission to fill his pail up to the top. And when Mr. Man gets on a mission, watch out! He meticulously picked perfectly ripe blueberries, put them into his pail, and slowly filled it to the top. So, I bought an extra 1/2 pound of berries but how could I not encourage this?

All in all I highly suggest an afternoon of Kerplinked! Kerplunked! Kerplanked! -ing.

We had a blast. No Wii. No movies.

Just us.

Kerplink!