Blueberry Pickin'

We couldn't leave South Carolina without picking some fresh fruit. So, last weekend we headed out to the Lexington area and picked blueberries until our fingers turned purple.

Danny said he felt like a pioneer or an Indian - gathering his food from the land. Then he decided that he was glad that he was a boy. Because if he had been an Indian way back in the day it would have been his job to go and hunt buffalo, and it would have been my job to go out and tediously pick the berries. He decided he'd rather hunt buffalo than pick blueberries. These are the kinds of life-altering discussions we have when we have long, uninterrupted amounts of time together.

We also enjoyed taking lots of pictures.




So you can see how hard we worked out in the South Carolina humidity, which will soon be replaced by the Texas humidity, here is a progression of me filling my bucket:

We ended up with 9.5 lbs of blueberries. We have blueberries in the freezer, we put blueberries on our cereal, we made blueberry smoothies, and we ate so many blueberries while watching a movie the next afternoon that we have stocked up on our antioxidants for an entire year.