I went blueberry picking with my Dad on Friday morning.
He had already gone once this summer on his own. I was gifted a small bag of blueberries after that trip, but I knew I would have to pick my own this time if I wanted any. He frequently references the "Little Red Hen" story.
The pickings were good though so the work wasn't too hard.
Plus, I ate about a pound of blueberries to energize myself as we went along.
My dad also thinks the blueberry farm owners should weigh the pickers when they arrive and then when they leave. They are probably losing a lot of money through people's stomach's.
I picked a total of 4.25 lbs!
Now I need to make something with blueberries this week.