Blueberry picking

This spring when everything was being cancelled we found out that our beloved blueberry picking farm was closing. The owners were retiring. We were all so sad. The first time we went blueberry picking was the first outing I took alone with a 2 week old baby Joel and little Colin. We have gone faithfully every summer since. 

So when someone posted about another blueberry farm we were excited to go. 

This was Norahs face the entire time. It was such a let down. We had to buy the baskets upfront. Because of Covid they were not weighing them after you picked. Then we had a long walk out to the field and they said to look for the cone and that’s where the best picking was. 

They were wrong. We maybe got two blueberries off each bush. We would’ve left but I had paid for 3 buckets and wanted to fill them. 

Finally after hours we got them filled. They even closed while we were picking but let us keep going because we went where they told us and they hadn’t moved the cone. It was just a frustrating experience for the kids so I told them maybe our blueberry picking days were over.

But then I saw that our beloved Pungo Blueberry farm decided to open for a final summer.. of course we had to go.

Within minutes the kids were overjoyed. Bushes were overflowing overflowing. We picked 3 HUGE baskets in 30 minutes.

One last picture in front of the sign.

There really isn’t a comparison between farms. The difference in Norahs face says it all!

They wanted a sad picture because we are sad that our blueberry tradition here has come to an end. Thanks for all the memories Pungo Blueberries!