Blueberries Late This Year

I was walking through my friends garden and just loved the colors of her "almost ready" blueberries. When I was a little girl we lived right behind a blueberry farm in Oak Grove Oregon. We always thought it was hilarious that the owner neighbors were Mr. & Mrs. Blackberry. This somehow just didn't seem right.

When we got to be about 13 we got to pick blueberries...and felt like we'd really grown up because many of her best pickers were older. We certainly couldn't keep up with the kids in high school, but she kept us on anyway. I guess that had to be my first job.