I felt guilty clicking on the farm's facebook page after I booked my ticket home.
Maybe I'll catch the tail end of blueberry season, I thought.
I had read before leaving it would be a bumper crop. I hoped the cool summer might make the season last longer. Turns out it did.
We made it out to the farm twice. I love it there. Quiet. Peaceful. Meditative. You berry pickers know.
The first time the younger two and I went alone and we picked 26 pounds in an hour and a half. They were done after the first hour, but I convinced them to help me finish up the last bucket. Okay, convince might be a stretch. I bribed them with a coffee shop visit before the fourty minute trip home. Amazing what kids will do for a cocoa and cookie. As we left the farm, the kids discovered sour cherries and picked a handful each…. squealing with puckered faces as they gobbled them up.
The next time Joe came too and we took three of ours plus two extras. (the girls had friends come along.)
One of the big girl's friends was perplexed as to why anyone needed this many blueberries. With a straight face I told her we were preparing for the zombie apocalypse. For a minute I think she beleived me. She had watched Joe & I can fifty pounds of tomatoes the evening before and we do have chickens & bees. My girls burst out laughing…. thank goodness…. and said something about best homemade jam and putting gallons of berries in the freezer.
While we picked, the big girls wandered away from us and sang show tunes the entire time. I went looking for them at the end and another picker asked, are you looking for two very theatrical young women? I told him yes and he pointed me in the right direction. He and his family had gotten quite a kick out of them performing and simultaneously picking blueberries. We picked 33 pounds between the 7 of us in just under two hours that morning.
Bringing the total to 59 pounds this year.
7 gallons in the freezer. 7 pints of blueberry-lemon-honey sauce. 16 pints and 7 half pints of blueberry-lemon-honey jam (recipe in this lovely book!).
My corner in the basement is being filled little by little with canned goods. It's a ton of work. For sure. And not my favorite on the hottest of days.
But blueberries don't wait.