On a gorgeous July morning, I ventured out to Stan’s Berry Patch near Constantia with friends John, Bridgette, and Tonia. The three of them are veteran blueberry pickers, often picking 100 pounds apiece every season! In my naivete, I invited myself to this particular session, thinking I would get a few berries to put in my oatmeal in the morning. I knew I was in trouble as soon as I saw the giant soup pots packed up with the other equipment in the trunk.
First of all, I thought that blueberries came from small plants like strawberries. I was not prepared for the bushes that were taller than I was, with branches hitting me in the face as we were led to a prime spot not yet picked by human hands. Bridgette unpacked the trunk, handing me a sherbet bucket with a rope on it so it would hang around my neck, bringing it closer to the branches for more efficient picking.
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