So you ask, ok, why the picture of blueberries beside this post about sweet corn and scissors??! Well, because my connections go hay wire sometimes...the call reminded me of Gramma, the frozen sweet corn recipe then it spurred on thoughts of the blueberries we just picked and froze.
When they were still with us, my Gramma and Grampa Hines picked blueberries from Moody's Blueberry Farm for more years than I can count. I never had the opportunity to pick with them but I'm told Grampa took his stool right out to the patch so he could sit and pick. I did get to enjoy the berries at Gramma's house, all those scrumptious dishpan and buckets full, waiting on the chest freezer when we walked in for a visit (always good timing that we visited right after they picked)! This picture is from Moody's on the bright early morning I picked. Those beautiful berries, still kissed with morning dew, always make me visualize Gramma and Grampa picking there.