Recently I enjoyed visiting the Red, White and Blues Blueberry farm to do some urban sketching. Well maybe not so “urban” as “farm” or “country” sketching.
We spent a few hours sketching then enjoyed blueberry lemonade, a blueberry muffin, and blueberry salad. All delicious.
I’d posted my sketches on instagram and was contacted by the blueberry farm. They’d like the sketches up on their walls. So this time when we left the blueberry farm we had several 2 lb containers of sweet blueberries as an exchange for my sketches. How delightful.
I have always had a fondness for blueberries. When I was four years old we visited my Aunt Mabel, my grandmother’s sister, for several days.
Aunt Mabel had a blueberry patch in her backyard and every day she and I would go out and pick blueberries. It was such an exciting thing to do (for the four-year old) that every morning I would wake, run to Aunt Mabel and ask if we could pick blueberries. She would pause and tilt her head to think then answer, “Perhaps.”
I thought that a funny answer. The word “perhaps” even sounded funny to me. And I must have asked a lot every day. Years later, if I think of blueberries, I think of Aunt Mabel, pausing and thinking a moment before responding, “Perhaps.”
The blueberries at the Red White and Blues Farm were wonderful. There are eight different varieties that you can pick or buy them already picked. Although I love the blueberries, I am not so enamored of picking them myself as I was when I was four.