These sweet fields blessed us again this year with an abundance of perfect blueberries. I will miss these freshly picked berries and fields something fierce after we leave.
Max hid under the bushes the majority of the time stuffing chubby handfuls into his mouth while Myra carefully went through picking and being very precise and not eating one. They are so similar in many ways and SO different in others. While I wish I were a little more like my dainty OCD daughter, I must admit I too have been stuffing my face full of blueberries this season. And I have enjoyed every bite.