One Berry, Two Berry, Pick Me a Blueberry

This morning we got ourselves together and out of the house by 8:15 to pick blueberries. It was unseasonably cool for July 1 (67 at 9am) and, with Mender here, I had help with the little kids. The ripe berries were a little sparse, but everyone persevered until we had 1 gallon. A fun day today; blueberry pancakes for breakfast tomorrow! (Kate ate at least 1 pint right there in the field. I'm afraid her intestines are going to turn blue.)