It has been years since I have picked a berry of any kind. As kids, my sister and I always use to go and pick raspberries and blueberries during our summers at the cottage. Once we moved to Texas, something about the southern heat spoiled the fun of filling up buckets with berries and it seemed more like a chore. But this day was a flashback to my childhood. My mom, brother and I made a trip down I-85 just past Tuskegee to find the most beautiful blueberries I have every seen. I always thought that blueberries grew on small bushesh, but just off the side of the road was what looked like a blueberry orchard. The plants lined the field; up and down the hills, beyond what we could even see. We picked a total of five gallons in about an hour, and I think we have good chances of a blueberry pie later!
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