Wow, it’s Sunday again. And here we are, picking blueberries on a summer day. With the sun beating down on us, a fresh breeze blowing on us, a cloud passing over to give us relief. The berries are ripe and juicy and roll into our baskets as we gently urge them in that direction. The children’s voices are exuberant, the murmur of the adult voices exchanging information and pleasantries in the field bouncing off our outer awareness. One berry cluster, another, our basket close to bulging. Our cares melt away, we are one with the blueberry field. We are one with the earth. A summer day in Maine, picking blueberries.
Open Sunday, from 8:00 A.M. to 7:00 P.M. Blueberries are abundant.
Brenda and George