Blueberries

We went blueberry picking on Sunday with J and Q, soon-to-be faraway friends who are like family.  I'm so thankful for the opportunity to make some treasured memories with them.

Lefty and Righty did their fair share of berry collecting, and Mr J also picked a substantial amount for an almost-six-year-old.  

Coo kept dipping her hands into our baskets to munch on our berries. She would pick a handful of her own; then, as if those lonely berries rolling round in her basket were calling her name, scoop them out hastily and cram them into her mouth.  She was our own little Sal.

I have no photos of the blueberry coffeecake whipped up later that afternoon as we ate it far too quickly!