Saturday morning I suddenly woke up, alert, and hearing the pitter-patter of raindrops on the tent I said matter-of-factly and with annoying authority, “I knew it. I knew it. I knew it was going to rain!” I immediately fell back asleep. It also stopped raining after approximately 5 minutes. Before we agreed to go camping, I was assured that the weather would be precipitation-free. But really, the light drizzle just made for better pictures and nicer blueberry picking weather. When I actually woke up (Part II), Stephen was already rolling out of the tent. He slipped on his shoes breaking the glasses he’d stored there the night before. So the fact that he’s not wearing them in the following pictures is actually quite unusual. I know what you’re thinking, he wasn’t wearing glasses in the camping pictures either. That’s because many of them were from the morning. No glasses, bushy beard and wild hair – I think he’s ridiculously handsome all the same. My little heart swoons for that man.
We started a morning fire and spent a little more time in the woods before packing up the camping gear and heading to County Line Orchard a few miles down the road.
It felt like one of those first mornings in fall when you don a cozy sweater or a comfy sweatshirt and take your coffee outside just to feel the change in the air. There was dew on the ground and my sandaled toes got delightfully wet. The farmer led us to the blueberry patch, lifting the bird net to let us into the protected spot. The birds sang on the other side of the net, desperate to fly in and devour the tiny purple fruit. We found a nice little spot where the bushes were covered in clusters of fruit and accomplished all of our blueberry picking in just 1/3 of that one row. I met a small snake the color of earth and, thinking it best to part ways, wandered a little further down the blueberry corridor.
I recommend listening to Cardiac Arrest by Bad Suns, Another Story by The Head & The Heart and then All Those Words by Shovels & Rope while you take a look at all these blueberries. They are the blueberry picking theme songs. In my head.
In attempts to pick more blueberries than Stephen, I kept picking until our baskets were bulging & about to overflow. He proceeded to steal several handfuls of berries from my basket while my head was turned. Oblivious, I finally caught him in the act and retaliated, scooping heaps of his (or my) blueberries back into my basket. Eventually, he scooped up both baskets and started walking away toward the market stand, assuring me that “we have enough!” I managed to snag 2 more handfuls of blueberries then skipped to catch up with him. He looked at me incredulously, “And where are you going to put those??” You can never have too many blueberries 🙂
I also insisted we get a peck of peaches, and 1/2 a peck of apricots. But tell me, what is better than fresh fruit, straight from the branch? We spent the next day making & canning jam for the winter. The recipes should be up very soon.