After having so much success picking strawberries last month, we decided to give blueberry picking a try. Sara heard the place got pretty busy and it was about an hour and a half away, so she wanted to get started really early (like out the door at 6:30 a.m.), but we all balked a little at that. It turned out okay, but let’s just say that her information was not incorrect.

The place was the Tammen Treeberry Farm and it was ca-ra-zy! By the time we got there around 10:30 or so, the parking lot was already full and they were parking people along the side of the driveway. They had people directing traffic, 3 checkout lanes and tractors and trucks pulling trailers with benches for people to ride out to the fields. There were signs explaining the proper way to pick berries and about 20 high school kids working all over the place. We had to wait in line until about the 5th or 6th trailer until we could get on. When we got out to the field it was a mad house! There were hundreds of people combing through the blueberry bushes and there was a constant babble of people talking. Compare that to the strawberry place where we just sort of walked up and and the one girl working just sort of pointed us in the right direction and turned us loose!

Despite the people attacking the fields like locusts, there were more than enough blueberries for everybody to pick until their hearts’ content. Picking the blueberries was easy, but it takes a *lot* of blueberries to fill up a bucket. Evie was doing a really good job of picking the blueberries and putting them in her bucket, even if they did then come back out of the bucket and into her mouth. I can’t even begin to count how many blueberries she ate. She also did a good job of holding her pee pees while we waited for 20 minutes to get a ride back to the checkout, 10 minutes on the ride and another 5 or 10 in line waiting to pay until I could take her into the men’s room (huge line for the women’s, the only people in the men’s were daddy’s taking their daughters).

All in all, very good and we froze 10 quarts of blueberries, plus more than one that we kept out for eating.

The day was not without it’s black spots however. We were only with the flood of humanity for like 2 hours and I can immediately call to mind several instances of people being despicable. For example, going down the row of blueberries with the guy shouting over and over again, “Please walk to the end of the row before you start picking!” and watching 3 or 4 people just blatantly stopping and picking, not more than 15 feet from him, as if the rules didn’t apply to them. Watching people practically pull berries out of other people’s hands in their haste to get berries, despite the fact that when they finally pushed by me and I went back to where they were standing, there were probably literally 500 berries on the bushes they had been next to. Watching people shove past Evie to cut in line and get on the trailer first after she was a perfect angel and made not a peep about waiting there for 20 minutes, her bladder ready to burst.

People are so entitled and disgusting. Not blueberries though. Blueberries are delicious!