
We spent this morning picking blueberries at a farm north of Fort Wayne with a few friends. By the time we left, our family had picked 23.7 pounds of blueberries.
It was a beautiful morning, starting off cloudy but clearing up by the time we got

I had never picked blueberries before, and really enjoyed my first trip out. I figured out that I could park myself in the middle of a bush and be within arms-length of hundreds of berries. Of course, I questioned my tactics after running into this guy:

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Please tell me you screamed like a girl... because I would have, and I'm significantly bigger than you...
I very definitely screamed AND jumped backward across the path. Andrew is still making fun of me for it, but that was NOT a small snake and my hand was disturbingly close to the beast when I first saw it move.
The way Brooke was talking about it I thought it was some little skinny thing...
YIKES!!!
I'm impressed that you're up and about! I hate to think what I would have done. What was he doing up in a bush anyway? Isn't he supposed to be slithering around on his belly?
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