What to do when the little ones wake up early? Go blueberry picking of course.
Big sister shows little sister which ones to pick.
We got there just as the blueberry patch opened. The grass was still wet. The air smelled of early August, a bit parched, like the earth had been baking in the sun all summer.
The day's take. It was a great day for blueberry picking. It is so hard to leave when the picking is that good. But after two hours the girls were done. Still, we got a pie, some jam and a bunch in the freezer from it all. Not too shabby.