fresh blueberries

 Over to Mema & Papa's house we went...

to pick the yummiest blueberries ever.

Buckets & buckets to freeze and enjoy this winter.

We're a little addicted.

It's a little sad to be there without Papa standing on his tractor to reach the high ones.  I always loved to see his rigged up milk jug attached to his belt. 

He was very serious about blueberry picking.  I'm quite sure he was smiling down at all of his little great-grands as they picked his treasures with their chubby little hands. 

...and ate most of them on the spot.  

I can hear his sweet voice now, "Go on over there and getcha' some more."