Friday, August 14, 2009

I Could Tell You Where I Went This Morning . . .

But if I did, my daughter would kill me.

Wild blueberries grow in our area but you have to know where to find them. And once you've staked out a good wild blueberry picking area, the location is guarded with great secrecy. These family plots (family plots? Doesn't that refer to . . . oh, never mind) are handed down from generation to generation and are greatly prized. Sometimes in-laws aren't even told of the locations. (Well, what if the marriage didn't last? You might end up with somebody outside the family moving in on your territory, for heaven's sake.)

Although we've lived here for thirty-six years now, alas and alack, we've never had a family blueberry picking spot. It's really sad.

That is until . . . dum-da-dum-dum . . . this year. My daughter has been scouting out this particular area for months now and a couple of weeks ago . . . YES! She declared it was indeed going to offer up a fair amount of wild blueberries for the picking. And she's sure no one else knows about the location!

So we made plans early in the week that this morning would be the date for Mom and Pop to arrive at Chicken Mama's house with bowls and buckets in hand.

We arrived at the appointed time and were immediately blindfolded, bound and gagged and tossed into the back of Chicken Mama and Chainsaw Tommy's pick-up truck. (She still feels a little shakey, you see, about finally finding her very own spot. Remember, she grew up with parents who never did manage to secure a wild blueberry plot for the family. Sigh. We fell so short in so many areas.) We were then driven around for about 45 minutes, frequently going in circles I'm sure, to sufficiently confuse us.

When we finally reached the destination, we had no idea where we were but were given our buckets and told to go pick.

Here's Chicken Mama, happy as could be, gathering those tiny, treasured berries.

Chainsaw Tommy filling his bowl. (But, wait, is he putting berries in . . . or taking them out?)

I may look happy here but I was pretty cranky. The mosquitoes were out in full force and I tend to attract any biting insect within a ten mile radius of my body.

Here's the Bearded Wonder with his stash. (I've been giving him a particularly hard time lately because of his scruffiness. If I don't corral that man and give him a hair cut and beard trim tomorrow, I'm not taking him out of the house again.)

I gotta give our daughter credit for having sharp enough eyes to spot this location that has lots of wild blueberry plants scattered over quite an area. And it seems we even got there before the bears located the harvest and scarfed them all up. Good thing moose aren't fond of blueberries because there was plenty of evidence of their presence around today. I knelt in more than my share of (thankfully old and dried) moose droppings!


Jo said...

Just found your blog, reading it with delight. Out our way people guard their secret wild asparagus spots and black raspberry patches. Wish we had blueberries ...

beth said...

you commented on my of course I looked at yours! I laughed at the last two posts here and loved reading about your adventures! I live in the city, so I can only dream about these kind of things. My aunt lives in Minnesota and had a "hobby farm". she'll probably really enjoy your blogs too. :)

Mama Pea Quilts said...

Hi, Jo - Thanks so much for stopping by and commenting. I appreciate everyone who reads my blog(s) but it's only those who comment that I feel I get to know.

I remember the wild asparagus from when we lived in Illinois. Really miss that. I'd trade MN's wild blueberries for IL's wild asparagus any day!

Have added your blog to my daily reading. You're a good writer . . . and hard worker.

Mama Pea Quilts said...

Hello, Beth - Thanks so much for commenting and the kind words. Hope we can keep in touch through our common love of quilting. I love gardening and being outside but then I can't be in my quilt studio. (Funny how that works.)

Chicken Mama said...

Gasp! Mother!

"I'd trade MN's wild blueberries for IL's wild asparagus any day!"

You'd GIVE up wild blueberries in exchange for ditch weed?? The way Dad loves blueberries?! Why, that's . . . heresy . . . or SOMETHING bad!!!

Mama Pea said...

Chicken Mama - Yup. Sometimes ya just gotta throw caution to the wind and speak your mind! ;o)