On Father’s Day we went to church in the morning, then headed home and took a nap.
We thought we might go visit a park in the late afternoon but couldn’t find a likely prospect in our area. There’s not much out here. Then I had a thought – why not go blueberry hunting? We’d spotted quite a few bushes around our land, so we decided to make an afternoon of it. After getting up from a nap, it was time for coffee and blueberry hunting.
There are a few types of wild blueberries and wild blueberry relatives in our acid, pine-dominated soil. The best of them all is the “rabbiteye” blueberry, which is beautiful and easy to spot.
Aren’t they lovely? Like little pearls.
If you have pines in the woods, there’s a good chance you have blueberries nearby.
Rachel picked quite a few berries, feeding many of them to our voracious little 1-year-old daughter, who absolutely loves blueberries.
Multiple children came along and picked, some for the basket, and some to eat fresh.
My eldest daughter is a pro at wild food foraging already.
She spent four years hunting the Caribbean jungles for water lemons, mangoes, skin-ups and passionfruit. Now she’s hunting chanterelles, blueberries, blackberries and other more temperate delights. She was the one that spotted the first fruiting wild muscadines we’ve seen on our property.
Soon we’ll have grapes! Maybe we can forage a bunch and make wild muscadine jam again, like we did in North Florida.
We weren’t the only creatures interested in eating wild blueberries, though. The kids also spotted multiple groups of these attractive fellows:
They hung out in strange configurations at the end of blueberry branches, graciously holding still to have their pictures taken.
Speaking of taking pictures, all these shots were taken with my Canon 80D, using a 50mm lens. That lens takes amazing portrait shots, but also does pleasant close-ups. It’s a steal. I’ve even used it for some of my videography. For example, the entire biochar grinder video I shot the other day used the 50mm lens. The step-by-step build portion looked really beautiful.
I can’t think of a better way to spend Father’s Day than going for a walk with the children and picking berries. I am blessed. Though my dad is gone now, I am doing my best to walk in his footsteps and enjoy the moments of fellowship God gives us together.
Hope you all had a good Father’s Day, too. God bless you dads out there. Press on!
Love the Blueberry Sunday! My daughter and I always picked blackberries for 4th of July pies in Georgia. Now I’m back home in Broward Co, Fl. and learning to garden with native plants and tropical fruits. I’m looking forward to reading about your experience.
Your blueberry caterpillars are Drexel’s Datana, Datana drexelii moth I think. Also found eating Sparkleberry and Witch-Haze.l
Happy Father’s Day, DtG.
Family-church-nap-coffee-berrypicking-more family? Goals!!
We will press on!
Wild Rabbiteyes! Nice! I’ve only been able to find V. elliottii and V. stamineum around me. The former tastes pretty good, though, and I haven’t had the latter yet.
Those are some really nice high def photos. I don’t know much about photography and lenses the way a lot of people I know are, but I could tell right away that these seemed like superior quality photos. Your daughter has beautiful hair, by the way – it’s very impressive at that length.
The woods behind our house have a huge patch of wild blackberries, blueberries, dewberries, and black raspberries growing wild there. I’m pretty sure they weren’t there when we moved in, but a few years back they logged a portion of the forest, and the next summer all these berry bushes appeared in the cleared area. I never thought those berries were pioneer species, but maybe there was a small bush somewhere and it just expanded when there was suddenly a lot of extra sunlight. Anyway now it’s become a ritual in the summer, that my husband takes the kids out to pick berries there. A lot of them get eaten off the bushes but if enough of them make it home they get turned into pie.
Thank you, Tilhana.
What a wonderful tradition – your children must love that time with Dad.