Blueberry Picking

My memories of blueberry picking were always of wild blueberries deep in the Upper Peninsula's forests. Our Saturday excursion was vastly different (and much more productive) than anything I experienced as a child. Don't get me wrong, there's nothing better than going out on a blueberry hunt in the wild areas of Northern Michigan. It's a wonderful experience that I hope they'll have one of these days. But toiling over small bushes of blueberries is not what we did Saturday. After walking down a two-track path, we stumbled into bushes literally dripping with blueberries the size of large, sweet cherries. "Gigantic," the kids kept exclaiming. It was so easy if felt slightly wrong. And, I honestly felt a little guilty about the number the kids must have eaten right out of the buckets.