icking blueberries Saturday morning sounded like fun, so we grabbed Grandma and headed out to Plant City to attend the Keel and Curley 3rd Annual Blueberry Festival. They had three huge slides and bounce houses, overpriced food and lots of blueberries. We had a good time and were ready to go by mid-day with the sun baking us in 90 degree weather.
We picked about a pound and a half and then went to stand in line with 100 of our closest friends (or would be by the time we got to the counter to pay).
The bushes were just large enough to provide shade for the kids while they perused and perfect height for Jason to peer down and spot the ripe ones. I found a few myself. I guess we’re making blueberry pancakes tomorrow morning!