Why, yes, it really is *that easy* to pick (and eat!) four pounds of big ol’ blueberries, just in case you were wondering!
We went blueberry picking last weekend at Duckworth Family Farm in Sebastapol. It’s about an hour and a half north of San Francisco, and you can pick your own organic blueberries right off the plants. Every time I’d look over at Connor, I’d see her daintily lifting up her mask and sneaking a blueberry into her mouth. I think she ate more blueberries than she actually picked, ha ha ha!
I can’t blame her, since eating fresh-off-the-vine blueberries is absolutely divine. So sweet, so juicy, and it’s especially satisfying when you find a really BIG one the size of your thumb, and you pop it into your mouth right then and there.
We spent Saturday morning there last weekend, picking blueberries, eating homemade blueberry ice cream and watching the sheep circumnavigate the grounds. They periodically stampede around the farm! It’s the coolest thing. You don’t see them at first, but you hear their hooves thundering, and then, suddenly! — they come out of nowhere, running and jumping in a huge (and very cute) herd.