Bosbessen

It's blueberry season! Chris is out of town for a few weeks. Whenever this happens, I try to find other women whose husbands are also gone, so that we can get out of the house and commiserate. I found such a friend, and we set out to the blueberry patch this morning with a two-year-old, one-year-old, and two-month old. Brave? Yes!

I was not prepared for the level of organization that this operation entailed. The blueberry patch was actually quite lovely, and packed with cars when we showed up. It was in a town called Koningsbosch, about five minutes from our house on the Dutch side of the border. There were people with buckets milling about, women on walkie talkies and bikes directing people where to pick, and day laborers (people looking for fun like us) picking berries. There was also a very stressed out Dutch woman who didn't think we would be able to pick berries with the little ones. We very relaxedly told her that we would love to find a spot where we could park the strollers on the edge, and pick in that one spot. You would think we were the first people with little ones who had ever tried to pick berries!



But, the ladies there were very accommodating and found us a great location. We parked the kids there, and spent about two hours (!) picking from one bush. The weather was gorgeous - bordering between warm and cool throughout the morning, clouds in the sky threatening to burst but never doing so. By the time we left, I spent six euros on a bucket full of berries and some homemade blueberry juice. I am so excited to get to cook with these berries for the rest of the summer!