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I’m Berry Blessed, I am….

I love blueberries, I do.

Blog Photo Blueberries by H Grange

On Sunday, as we drove to Wilmot Orchards Blueberry Farm in Newcastle, Ontario, I told my good man: “I want to go blueberry picking. How hard can that be?’

Blog Photo Blueberry Picking

To which he promptly said: “Not a good idea.” Or some other such very sensible reply.

Blog Photo Girl Picks Blueberries by H Grange

I gave him a mean look. Because he’s always right….

Perhaps to give me time to reconsider, he drove around to other nearby farms and we stopped as he took these photos.

Blog Photo Sunflower CU by H Grange

Blog Photo Sunflowers by H Grange

Blog Photo Apples by H Grange

Blog Photo Apples CU by H Grange

By then I’d regained my senses. I went and BOUGHT a container of blueberries at Wilmot.

Came home, shared it with neighbours and still had enough for a feast.

And now I have been eating so many of these delicious berries that,Β any day now, I shall be entirely blue! Β (But very thankful.)

Blog Photo CR and Berries by H Grange

All photos by Hamlin Grange.

67 thoughts on “I’m Berry Blessed, I am….”

      1. I suspect that’s the case. They aren’t a native bush and acc to wiki commercial blueberries were only introduced into Europe in the 30s and it tends to be eastern Europe. Our berries are strawbs, rasps (my fave) and blacks.

  1. I’m with you – blueberries are a delight! When I was little, my mother would give me frozen blueberries drizzled with heavy cream. I thought there was nothing better in the world. …actually, I still feel that way.

  2. Very pretty pictures including yours at the end!! I love all things blueberry as well. I just purchased some to make some pies for the next farmers market but my kids have eaten most of them so I will be off to the farm again to purchase another bushel. Looks like you had a nice afternoon.

  3. Great photo with your berries. You did it the easy way! My Dad used to take us to pick wild Huckleberries. We had to wear boots because of snakes, pants tucked in and long sleeves to keep the bugs off and belts to attach our sand pails to, so we could pick with both hands. Buying seems less dangerous.

  4. You look very happy with those berries! Blueberries are not too bad to pick, given the size of the bushes, but strawberries, for instance, are best purchased. I’ve never been one of those ‘pick your own’ folks–unless it was my garden–or my blackberry patch! Enjoy the berries. The sunflowers looked so much like summer.

  5. A visual feast for you as well as an actual feast. Blueberries are so delicious when freshly picked. To satisfy my desire to pick I have a very large blue pot in which I grow a small blueberry. So the harvest is small but the fun is huge. πŸ™‚ And as I am the only one who likes blueberries in this house I get every one for myself! When are you going back for the apples? πŸ˜‰

  6. You couldn’ t possibly pick them in your nice white skirt. How lovely to have a blueberry farm near you. I love them and eat them every day for breakfast. There is nowhere here to buy lovely fresh ones though.

  7. What a great photo of you!! I love picking blueberries and watching the basket fill up. The wild ones are especially yummy but I don’t know the secret places, although I know there ARE secret places around here. All these pictures are beautiful–the essence of late summer/fall!

  8. I see blueberry (or any berry) picking as a zen sort of experience. Our blue berries come in, here in the Appalanchain Mountians, in July. We have native blue berries (also called huckleberries, or more locally deer berries) in our yard. For those big, marble sized blue berries, we stop at a pick-your-own-berries place (a neighbor’s front yard) on Fridays. We usually pick 10 to 20 lbs at a time. I’ve got the blues…

  9. I do like blueberries, but my favourites are blackberries or raspberries. We have wild blackberries growing in our garden. I love to go out and just pick a few a eat them straight away. They are so juicy and no aftertaste as we don’t spray them with anything. I leave most of them for the birds and squirrels (we only have a little garden, but it’s a bit wild and we live near a big park, hence the birds and squirrels)

  10. I agree with Hamlin on this one, too. Blueberry picking, IMHO, is highly overrated — a lot, a lot of work for those little delicious berries that can so easily be bought in baskets like you have. Pumpkin, apple picking – much more rewarding. And you do look lovely in that photo! πŸ™‚

  11. I love blueberries (especially blueberry muffins!) but I think buying them was definitely the right decision! I’ve never tried to pick blueberries, but I have picked strawberries and raspberries; those are a real effort. Worst of all are the wild blackberries that grow along a footpath near my house…I always try to greedily gobble a few when I walk past, but I end up with bramble scratches, prickers embedded in my thumb, and sour, underripe blackberries for my pains!

  12. You look so happy in this picture, Cynthia! And why wouldn’t you. Beautiful day and a basket full of blueberries to eat and share. A perfect reason to feel happy πŸ™‚

  13. I would love to find an organic blueberry farm near by, but only one. She has a waiting list of 400 people! I keep trying to grow them in our garden but they are a funny plant it takes a few years for them to grow and produce. I am glad you got your blueberries:-) I don’t mind being blue!

  14. Yes! Blueberries are my favorite fruit. We used to take the kids blueberry picking in Michigan. In addition to blueberry pies, muffins, and pancakes, I also like: blueberry and peanut butter sandwiches. It works brilliantly because the peanut butter keeps the blueberries from rolling around.

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