Adam is out of town this week at the height of blueberry season, so it was a good time to head out for my annual solo berry picking adventure.
Picking berries with Adam is one of my favorite things to do. We poke around the farms to see what is growing, then settle in for a few hours of leisurely picking, giggling, talking, and enjoying the quiet time outside. At some point its usually Adam's stomach that signals the time to load up and pay, maybe snag some dahlias or lavender on the way out before the drive back to town and A's favorite burritos for lunch.
Still its never quite enough for me. I always get pulled back to those fields. A big reason is greed; I am crazy for blueberries and I'm determined to get enough to last me through the winter! The berries I pick on my solo trip end up being more than the haul I get with Adam. With no distractions, I just get in this zone of picking, being with my thoughts, enjoying the sun on my skin, and everything slows down and shines. It is blissful.
This year my ritual paid off, I was rewarded with some of the sweetest blueberries I've ever tasted. I also managed to get a few pints of raspberries and a handful of the first ripening marionberries. So good! I might have to go back.
