sunshine, blue skies, white clouds
birds chirping beyond the protective netting
bushes laden with berries
some green and just a promise
others reddish purple, tartly delicious
but not yet ready
the deep blue berries are the prize
that yields to our gentle touch
an afternoon at the berry farm
with my daughter and my love
picking in companionable silence
thinking of jams and pies and eating out of hand
happiness is …
The blueberries look so delicious! There is nothing like the tast of local.
I absolutely agree, Christine. I’ll be freezing lots of these to enjoy throughout the winter, and I think it’ll be so much nicer knowing I picked them close to home rather than buying them from who knows where at the supermarket.
Picking blueberries on a sunny day is indeed a pleasure.
I found it an almost meditative experience … a sunny day, the sound of birds, the repetitive, pleasant act of picking … food for the soul (not to mention the berries I ate!)
Over here it’s the middle of winter. Seeing your blue skies gives me hope of spring. Helena
I’m glad I was able to create that spring feeling for you. I find that about halfway through the winter here, I publish a post with some photos from our summer time at the lake. It reminds me of what’s coming when winter draws to a close.
Blueberries go very nicely in a cheesecake!
Very nicely indeed. Now you’ve got my mind thinking about something rich and decadent!
Sounds like a great way to spend a Summer’s day. I predict blueberries will play a key role in your snacks and baked goods for months to come. 🙂
Believe it or not, that was the first time I picked blueberries, John. I think perhaps being made to pick black currants in my mother’s berry patch as a sulky pre-teen put me off the experience all these years. Now I can hardly wait to go back. I had another first on Sunday as well, which was making my first-ever jam (influenced in some part by your past posts about jam-making!). I now have 8 jars of blueberry jam and am itching to make more. But I have to say, my favourite way to eat blueberries is fresh, out of a really big bowl!
That is so much fun picking blueberries – and then you know they are really fresh!
Fresh indeed! I like to get a few slightly underripe ones in my bucket, because I love their tartness contrasting against the sweetness of the fully ripe berries. But all are so good!