It’s well documented that I love fruit picking. When we were in StL a couple of years ago, I picked
pears with Grandpa in his backyard. I’ve
also picked apples, peaches, strawberries, pumpkins (I know this isn’t a fruit),
and plums. When I say I love picking, I
really mean that I love picking and immediately eating fruit (well not the
pumpkins). When I’m a home, Mom and Dad
give me 5-10 raspberries, a handful of blueberries, 3 strawberries, ½ a peach, OR ½ an apple (depending on what we
have). But when we’re in the fields, it
is a free-for-all to see how much I can shove in my mouth! Mom and Dad are distracted with their own
picking and eating – so there is no one paying attention to how much I
eat.
After all that eating, hill climbing, and fun I was too tired to walk down the hill back to the car. So, Dad gave Max and me a ride in the wheelbarrow while we finished our peaches.
Oh man, I love the fruit rush that I get from all that
eating! If I could eat just fruit, I
would be a happy, energized, and poopy Big Guy!
Last weekend, we went peach and blackberry picking with my
pal Max (and his mom and dad). You may
recognize Max from previous picking adventures.
He’s a great picker too (and loves to eat fruit as well).
After a fun, twisty, turny car ride we arrived at a new picking
place. After a climb up the hill, it was
open season on blackberry picking and eating!
I must have picked 100 blackberries (I can only count to 14 though, so I
do not know how many I ate). Even Amelia
got to pick and eat some blackberries.
The one thing I do not like about freshy-fresh blackberries is they make
your hands all messy. I wiped my hands all over my pants to keep them
clean. While Amelia, just used Dad’s
back.
After our fill of blackberries (I had a lot), it was time to
run back up the hill and pick peaches.
The problem with peaches is that they grow on trees and I’m not
tree-tall yet. With Dad and Mom’s help,
I was able to achieve success. Success =
eating 5 peaches. I like the hard
peaches better; everyone else liked the soft ones better. I think Amelia ate 3 peaches while we were in
the fields – she loves peaches.
After all that eating, hill climbing, and fun I was too tired to walk down the hill back to the car. So, Dad gave Max and me a ride in the wheelbarrow while we finished our peaches.
After all that picking, there was only one thing to do… go
to lunch (because who doesn’t need more food).
I can hardly wait to go apple picking next month. Check out all of my Blackberry picking pictures here.
Peace Out,
Phin