We went to a "pick your own" berry farm one evening this week to try our hand at picking blueberries. In case you didn't know, blueberries grow in bunches on little shrubs. This farm had rows and rows of them and they open for a couple of hours each day for people to come get fresh, organic berries to take home....or eat right there!
At first Grace did a really good job of choosing plump, deep purple berries. But it was hot out again (we're talking mid-90's) so after about 20 minutes she was ready to head back to the air-conditioned car! Dawson persevered a little longer but we were all ready to wilt by the time we headed back.
In the end, we picked about 1/2 pint of berries (about 1/2 the size of a normal container I buy at the grocery store). I think we are going to bake blueberry muffins tomorrow and buy the book Blueberries for Sal.
This 1947 Caldecott Award winning picture book is the story of a little girl, Sal, and her mother as they go out into the country to pick blueberries for winter, and a bear and his mother as they go to eat berries for winter from the other side of the same hill. Both pairs are collecting and storing blueberries for the winter....just in different ways. They are certainly surprised when they meet each other at the top!
4 comments:
Fun! Are you letting Grace's hair grow? It looks really pretty longer (and short too!). She has really nice thick hair!
OMG...you have become a bonafide Reading Specialist...Grace is very lucky!
Nana wants to know "what is it with the hands on your hips"? I wonder what Mommy asked you to do when you decided to make that hands on hip move!
Grace, Aunt Phyl used to go blueberry picking with her Mom in a place called The Poconos. One time, Aunt Phyl got a bug on her tongue and it stung her. SO then Aunt Phyl didn't want to go blueberry picking any more,
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