When you have five kids sucking down blueberries like they are going out of style (or season) what is one to do. Head straight to the source! Nothing like a road trip to fill up a weekend day. We pilled everyone in, and drove to the Michigan/Indiana border and picked away. The babies, and soon, Jack tired of picking hung out in the camp grounds with Dad where they were mobbed with people asking to take their picture. I think we should have started a little side business and charged a dollar a pop to fund our excursion. Ron was good natured about it. For some reason, there was all kinds of foreign tourists there that day, so I guess our kids are popping up in people's vacation photos - does anybody print those anymore?
Violet and I enjoyed the picking aspect - and thus we were spared the ogling. We ended up with about 5# of blueberries. Since blueberries are normally sold by the pint, I was a little worried what we were going to do with our bounty. Unfounded it turns out. Our little voracious chowhounds made quick work of those five pounds. I think Georgia ate 2 pounds herself!
After the hot, hot work a treat for all - except the babies - man those guys never have any fun!
Next on to apple picking.
After the hot, hot work a treat for all - except the babies - man those guys never have any fun!
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Looks like fun! Did everyone end up with blue lips?
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