Gosh it sure did feel good to do some berry picking. Matt and I spent the year (or two) that was COVID picking fruit of every kind at a local farm. It allowed us to be outdoors and out of the house. Summer is short here so when I saw a sign for blackberry picking, we sought it out almost immediately.
In Maryland, we, and every other picker, worked on filling large containers, gallons of the stuff. My freezer would bulge with fruit. Here, people are much more reserved, picking small amounts, maybe just enough for a snack. When we arrived, the owner of the farm offered us a bucket. It was small, maybe two gallons, and it did not take long to fill it. When we showed up to pay for the berries, the farm owner was delighted, of course. A young girl saw our overflowing bucket and gasped, “Mommy, look at what they picked!” The mother’s jaw dropped. I smiled and rubbed my belly, “And they are all going right here.” Lots of giggles.
The farm also had a sunflower field. Here is some sunshine:
A Yank Among the Kiwis 