Blueberry Picking

Sandy and I like blueberries. I went blueberry picking a few years ago with friends and we all had a great time. Last year Sandy and I went and we picked twenty-two pounds of them.

This year the season started a little early, on July 7th or so. We arrived on Sandy's day off and went to work. It was hot. You could hear people talking to each other and to their kids, all having a good time, telling jokes or just enjoying themselves.

Me in My Pickin' Hat

Hard at Work and Having Fun

Sandy picked faster than I did. I had taught her how to strip them off the highbushes and she took off at a fast pace. Her bucket was full of blueberries and I still had a ways to go. By the time both buckets were full . . .

To the Brim

. . . we had picked twenty-six pounds of blueberries. Our freezer is full of them.

On the way home, we stopped at a two-man jail in a small town called Gardner.

For No Good Reason