Heading to the berry fields

 This morning we headed blueberry picking.  We headed out in absolutely perfect weather.

Notice the long pants and sweatshirts (and the photo bombers in the background)....it was chilly this morning.  In fact, Mark is camping with Aunt Sue and Uncle Rick and they had temperatures in the 30's last night in the Adirondacks. (I don't believe he brought enough warm clothes with him)

 Here we go, all ready to get picking.

 I do believe that Kimberly kept with tradition and ate more berries than she picked.

 Morning dew....we were in the fields by about 8:30 am.

 Lack of sleep couldn't keep Dan from the family fun.

 I believe this was the first year that Gracie picked berries like a pro...she filled her pail as fast as I filled mine....she sure is growing up.

 Gorgeous Laura

 The berries are big and juicy and delicious this year.

 Gotcha, Dan!

 Way to go!

It's blueberry muffins tomorrow for breakfast.

It's blueberry picking time in Central New York

 The green heron we spotted on the way to pick blueberries.

 There is a real bumper crop of berries this year.

 Luke-7

 Kim-6  Amy-18

 Grace-10

 A morning glory

 Gracie-10

 Kim-6 Amy-18

Luke-7

Make sure you check out this blast from the past---berry picking in 2007!!

Blueberry picking

Blueberry Picking

The blueberries are finally ripe in Upstate New York, so we headed off to the berry bushes.

Gracie patiently waited for her turn to ride on the wagon with her empty bucket, and she wasn't disappointed when we reached the berry bushes.

We found the berries blue and ready for picking.

Our surprise this year was finding out how much Luke likes blueberries. I don't think that he stopped eating until we were out of the field. I believe it amazed him that so much yumminess
was so accessible for a two year old.

We were surprised when we heard Grandma calling to us from across the bushes. We didn't know she was coming and she didn't know we were there. It was a very nice surprise, and it distracted the little children from the fact that they had grown hot and tired of picking berries. Thank you Grandma!

Everyone was still smiling after our hour of picking,

and we were all rewarded for our efforts.