Blueberry Picking

We picked blueberries this morning. Last year I remember being enchanted with the rural surroundings of the blueberry farm. Country roads and farmland were a refreshing sight to a city gal. Now that I live somewhat out in the country myself the scenery didn't seem to possess the same amount of magic. But the blueberries sure did! Clark couldn't help but sneak a few. handfuls. I was surprised at what an industrious little picker he was, but he and his cousin disappeared out of sight for awhile and when I went to check on their progress they had ditched their buckets and were eating blueberries straight off the trees. I had to laugh at those funny boys. Lana got into the picking as well--blueberries...and greenberries...and pinkberries. oops.

Does that look like a tired little boy or what?!