Blueberry Picking in Maine

While we were up in Maine last week, we went blueberry picking in Aurora at a commercial farm owned by a distant relative of Jeff's. Jeff's grandmother Margaret's cousins children own the farm today and allow us to go picking every year.

Reagan has gone picking with us before, but this was Carter's first trip. Reagan and Carter are the 7th generation of Jeff's family to go picking at this farm.

At first Carter did not want anything to do with the blueberries. I tried to feed him one and he refused to try it. Which is strange because he has frozen blueberries from this farm every morning.

Grandpa was able to get him to try one and he has in heaven.

Carter sat himself right down in the patch and started eating them off the bushes.



Sitting in the patch of blueberries.




Then he figured out that Grandpa had a rake full of blueberries and started eating them right out of it.

He tried to take some out of his sister's bucket, but she's a smart girl and moved away from him.

He finally figured out the easiest way was to pick them out of the flats and followed Jeff's Uncle David up to the car when he took the flat away.

We ended up with A LOT of blueberries. Reagan and I picked 9 quarts, Nana picked 12, Jone raked a little more than 12 flats and Uncle David raked 5 flats.

Back at camp we picked over and froze berries for days.

Don't touch his berries!

Yummy!!