Yesterday, we went berry-picking with J. I didn't get nearly as many berries as I got last year. Oh well, the kids just tuckered out and it was totally time to go home. I can go back and buy a few flats later maybe. I also want to go and get a bunch of blueberries. Does PapaCoyote still want me to get some and freeze for him? Now is the time to put in that order!
Here's the obligatory pictures of my beautiful children gathering food for the winter to come. :)


Funny story:
When we first started picking in the raspberries, G kept coming back from way down the row with a few berries. I thought he was just wandering and finding easy pickings. He kept saying, "want me get more in the bin?" And I'd agree. He would pour his berries into the bucket in the wagon, and then go get more. When we worked our way down to where he had been, I discovered his secret. Someone had been picking flats of berries and leaving them sporadically on the ground. Smart kid. He really had found some easy pickings!
2 comments:
What do the blueberries cost a pound? Oh, G, hope you don't get caught heisting somebody's berries.
99 cents a pound at that place on the hill we took you to last year. Cool, huh?
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