Picking Blueberries
We spent the day with some of our friends from our old Utah ward. We started off the day with a trip to go pick blueberries, only we got there before they opened, so we went on a walk.
On our walk we saw a mother duck and her three little ducklings:
We also met some fishermen who showed us a catfish in a bag. Ila kept going back to the stroller and climbing up the side of it to check on Thomas—I love how much she loves him:
Each of the kids got a bucket to collect blueberries:
Isaac decided that each layer of blueberries equaled a level. I think he ended up at “level 4.â€
Nicole’s hair got caught on a branch:
Nicole had a hard time with the concept of only picking the blue ones, even after she tasted a green one and didn’t like it:
At first Ila didn’t think she liked them, but amazingly she tried them again and decided they were great. She soon gave up collecting them in a bucket and just walked around looking for baby blueberries to eat:
All our little blueberry pickers:
The weather was perfectly cool and overcast. It was so nice, that we spent a few hours there.