two summers ago we went blueberry picking.
a friend of ours planted tons of bushes 25 years ago on land nearby,
and she takes friends every year to go pick, have a picnic, and swim in the lake.
we walked into the field and each of us took off down an aisle and went at it,
dropping them by the handful in our baskets. some we froze, some we cooked
cobbler with, and some we ate before we were even home.
