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Look at that expression! My dad and I took Benjamin to a U-Pick-‘Em Organic Blueberry Farm this morning and I took this one just as Benjamin said, “Kurplink, Kurplank, Kurplunk” as his first few berries landed in his pail.
Doesn’t he look just like Daniel in this one? We started out just after 7am (which was no problem because my son wakes me with his dulcet tones every morning around 6:15am). Benjamin was very excited and taking everything very seriously.
Well…maybe not too seriously.
The blueberries were gorgeous, sweet, and cool, covered in morning dew.
After putting about 10 berries in his bucket, Benjamin decided a taste test was in order.
They must have passed the test because a whole lot of eating and very little picking followed.
(Evidence) Benjamin’s pail is the one on top.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B (AKA “The Tremendous Mouthful”)
But can you blame him? Look how beautiful they are! The flower was Benjamin’s addition: “I picked this pretty yellow flower for you, Mama.”
My 23.5 week pregnant tummy seemed rather in the way. I thought I should get at least one shot of Baby Girl since there are so many of Benjamin.
Grandaddy and Benjamin strike a pose as we head over to the scales to have our berries weighed.
Success!
Blueberry picking seems an appropriate activity during the last of the Summer Ember Days when we pause to thank God for the bounty of His Creation.
I love Benjamin.