Anyway, Charlie was very interested in coming along to pick the blueberries. Great! I figured he'd be quite the helper and not the eater. Boy, was I wrong! We got our boxes and baskets and found our blueberry bushes (on a perfectly overcast day, so it wasn't too hot) and started picking away. Grandpa mentioned that we could eat a few, taste them to make sure they were good. So, Charlie did, and very quickly emptied his blueberry box before I could say, "Holy blueberry eater!" Who knew? There must have been something about these freshly picked bites of deliciousness that Charlie also loved, because he went from being a super picker, to a super eater! My dad and I ended up doing all the work!
Figuring out the box. . .
Hard at work. . .
and hardly working. . .
The 2 Charlies!
And, who was the sign made for??? I'm not calling anyone out. . .Chuckles!
Ahhhhh!! A delicious treat awaits!
It was a fun time in Pickens, SC, the middle of nowhere, on a beautiful hill full of blueberry bushes as far as we could see! Thanks for the treat, Dad!