(Weekend people: People who do fun activities with their kids on the weekends. While I have no problem with weekend people, one of the joys of staying home is that you can do fun stuff during the week and avoid the massive crowds. If you know me, you know I do not enjoy crowds.)
So, I had a moment of panic and realized that my time with little ones is slipping away, and they're going to be in college before I know it, and then I'll be all alone ... then the sobbing started. Ok, so I may have gotten a little carried away, but you can see where I was coming from, right?
Anyway, with all that back story, you will, I'm sure, not be shocked to hear that I immediately said "yes" to blueberry picking. We planned to meet at 9am at a place called The Berry Patch, which is probably 30-40 minutes away. I needed caffeine first, though, so I had to stop at Sonic, and therefore were a little late.
Because we'd never been before, I didn't know the first thing about it. But, they give you a bucket, a plastic bag, and a twine to wrap around your waist. You can tie your bucket onto the twine and then can have two hands free for picking. Molly was listening intently to the woman explaining the process to us. She told us that they were picking in fields #11 and #12, and that we should only pick the blue blueberries, because the green and purple ones would not ripen and you would be left with sour, gross berries.
So, we made our way back to the appropriate fields (they plant the blueberries so they ripen at different times and can lengthen the picking season). There, we found Sarah and her kids, Owen and Tessa. They had already been there for a while, so Sarah already had quite the full bucket. We got started picking.
|Charlotte was excited by the idea of blueberry picking.|
|Molly couldn't wait to tie her bucket to her waist.|
|Charlotte, Owen and Molly.|
Remember when I said that Molly listened intently to the woman explaining what color blueberry to pick? Yeah, so, she was a little paranoid about the colors of the blueberries to pick. Meaning, she asked me before every single blueberry that she picked if it was the right color blue. Every. Single. One. Can you imagine that? I mean, really think about it. Every. Single. Blueberry.
|Is this the right color blue, Mommy?|
That was in contrast to Charlotte, who, despite our best efforts, refuses to learn her colors. So, she didn't care if she picked green or purple or polka dotted blueberries. They all went in her bucket.
That simple example shows so much about their personalities ...
|Charlotte: Full-steam ahead. Molly: Cautious and careful.|
|Charlotte, Owen and Molly in front of the Berry Train.|
PS: NBC Channel 41 happened to be shooting a story about the Berry Patch while we were there. Check out the video, and you might happen to catch a glimpse of some familiar people in the b-roll at the beginning. (Hint: I'm wearing a teal shirt and tan hat!)