Blueberries
For today’s picture, we have a special guest appearance by Sparkle Girl. She drew this picture of fruit as a present for her teacher in the summer-enrichment program in Spanish that she took.
And today’s post is a special guest appearance by Tom Krissak. He sent this in after reading a story about picking blueberries that I wrote for the “Winston-Salem Journal.”
Here’s Mr. Krissak:
“When our daughter was born, she was only 4.5 lbs. She was so small that one of our friends suggested we use Cabbage Patch Kids outfits for her until she got a little bigger.”
“She was only about two weeks old when we went blueberry picking, and took her with us. She fell asleep just as we got to the fields. We discussed various options, and wound up with me hooking my bucket to my belt and holding my daughter (who didn’t wake up when taken out of her car seat) in one arm while I picked with the other.”
“We had put a large floppy hat on her to protect her from the sun. Since we were after two varieties of berries, my wife went one way and I went another. Shortly after I started picking, two older women came down the path and started picking near me.”
Suddenly they moved past me and went quite a ways down the row, away from me. I noticed that they continued to look in my direction frequently, and didn’t pay much attention to it until my daughter woke up and let out a little cry.”
“As I moved her around to put her against my shoulder, I heard one of the women say ‘Oh my gosh!! That’s a real baby!! I thought he was holding a Cabbage Patch doll!!'”
“I can’t think about blueberry picking without wondering what kind of weirdo those women must have thought I was!”
