This is my Auntie “G”, picking blueberries. There was an ad in the local paper that the “pick-your-own” farm in Ashland/New Hampton was finally open. It was advertized that it cost $2 a quart, but when we got there the owners told us that was a misprint and that the real price was $4 a quart.
We were there picking berries for about 3 hours. It was relaxing because we brought chairs to sit in, and could hear lots of birds nearby. But it sure was hot. I didn’t realize how much the heat drained all the energy out of me until we were done.
One thing that really surprised me was when the owner brought my aunt an extra bucket, so that she could pick up all the berries off the ground that kept dropping. He got a bit snappy when he told her that berries on the ground causes disease. I had never heard of such a thing before. Geez, should we put signs in the woods to tell the bear that also.
Supposedly these yellow buckets held 4 quarts apiece, but after we got them to my sister-in-law, we found out that wasn’t quite true. We filled 5 buckets (but only 3 fit in the picture) My brother’s wife has now made blueberry jam with some of them. I am sure my brother will want blueberry pancakes and a pie too.