For the last few years, I’ve managed to get out to Portland during blueberry season. Not that I went out there only to pick blueberries, but it was always a highlight of the trip, as my family has been going out to the same U-pick farm on Sauvie Island for the last 15 years or so.
This year I went out to Portland towards the beginning of May, which meant that I missed out on blueberry season (as well as the raspberries that grow along my parents’ back fence). I knew that there were places to pick around here, but I felt almost disloyal to the Blueberry Patch (slightly unreasonable, I know) to consider picking anywhere else.
So I thought about picking and didn’t do it. Many nights, I had a plan that I’d get up the next morning and go pick, only to sleep later than I had intended and put it off for another day. A couple of days ago I realized that if I didn’t do it soon, I would totally miss the season and so I made plans with my friend Seth to go pick.
We headed out this morning, and after only a few wrong turns, made our way to Mood’s Farm Market in Mullica Hill, New Jersey. They weighed our buckets, handed over a picking permit, said to turn left at the #4 sign and to pick towards the woods. The bushes were pretty picked over, but we discovered that crouching down and looking up through the branches often revealed hidden pockets of blue gold. We picked for about an hour and then spent a lovely half hour stretched out in the tall grass, by a small stream, at the base of the woods.
The picture is of me, showing off my blue-stained hands.