One of our favorite summer days was blueberry day.
We’d put on old clothes, our straw hats, then gather our baskets and make our way to the Jones’ Family Farm in Shelton. We’d hitch a ride on the “berry ferry”, and be driven out to the blueberry bushes.
Blueberries are easy to pick and practically popped into our small baskets. When our small baskets were filled, we’d dump them all into the big basket and fill that up. The camera was always on hand.
After the picking, we’d drive to Huntington Center and have lunch and dessert at Sassafras Restaurant.
We’d be exhausted by then, and need to rest.
And so the tradition was that I’d read The Blueberry Pie Elf. The children were mesmerized by the little elf, who no-one could see, feel, or hear. It was children’s literature at its best, and I loved this special moment.
When they were older, we’d also read Blueberries for Sal.
I’d also read these books to my classes. I brought in blueberry pie for the Second Hill Lane classes.
And that was blueberry day.