Look at Little Bit all diva'd out to go blueberry picking.
The kids start asking in the beginning of May, "When is blueberry picking?" We have picked blueberries at this same farm since we have lived in Mississippi. The elderly couple that lives there is darling and are so sweet to the kids. The gentleman always gives the kids golf cart rides around the property. We first went blueberry picking as a novelty but we all enjoyed the delicious berries so much; it has now became a yearly event. I love when things turn into a family tradition. On the drive to the farm, the kids were full of "Remember when..." stories related to our fun at the blueberry farm. And truly, every year, the kids are better and better little pickers.
Look how I found Addison. Parked out in the shade eating her tummy full of blueberries. Addison's bucket never got more full than 10 berries. She would pick about 30, eat 20 and then start over again.
Busted. Who can blame her with blueberries as big as nickels?
Our bounty.
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