Michigan
| Eddie and his blue blueberry bucket |
My Aunt Diane met us at the farm, and together we picked for an hour. We agreed it was "good picking," as my grandmother used to say, and I loved it so much. Eddie walked down the rows grabbing handful after handful of blueberries and shoving them into this mouth. We stopped only because it started to rain.
We ended up picking 17 pounds of blueberries!! Look out for blue poo!
This is one of the barns at my Aunt Diane's house.


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