The sun starts shining its golden rays through the branches of the trees, turning the leaves from an evening forest green shade to more of a lime green shade. My seven year old comes in to my room announcing, "We need to go blueberry picking!" as she lies down next to me and closes her eyes, falling back into a deep sleep.
I had decided after yesterday, that today we would get an early start and miss the hot noon sun, but alas, the kids needed more sleep, and I wasn't about to wake them as I could get chores off to a good start as they finished their dreams.
A few hours later we were finally ready and heading out the door, right under the noon sun! My once ecstatic children had now become slothful as the heat made us wish we had gotten up earlier!
Now I hate to say this, as it implies that I am getting old, but I remember as a child a tradition of Grandma coming up for a visit from Alabama in July and we would all go and pick blueberries together. Of course my mother would have no sleeping in, and we would be out at the break of dawn to catch the cool morning. We were not as ambitious as my children now seem to be as they fill their buckets in hopes of making a blueberry pie. No, we ate more than we put in our bucket, and once our bellies were full we no longer wanted to pick. Then there was the lesson of not throwing berries at each other. My poor Mother scolded us more than once about playing instead of picking!
As I stood in the field and watched my four little ones eagerly filling their buckets, I remember with fondness the tradition of blueberry picking. And some day I'm sure that my children as well will remember the summer days in Michigan where we sweated out the heat to pick blueberries for a blueberry pie!
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