Blueberries!

Last Sunday to celebrate being back in New England after a week in Delaware, the family and I went up to Stoddard, NH, about 35 miles west of Concord, to pick wild blueberries on Pitcher Mountain.  

The day started as a hike.  The trail to the summit is a short half mile and graded gently over only 400 feet of gain so it was 

the perfect trail for Lily to claim her first 'summit' on her own.  H

owever, about 2/3 of the way up the dark skies that had been lingering around opened up on us.  This being pe

rhaps the first time in years that I've been hiking without shells, we turned around and went down.  

In the parking lot the shower had passed and we found that there was a dirt

 road that went up the backside of the mountain to where the bulk of the blueberry fields lie.  So we hopped in the Matrix and drove up.

We spent the next two hours picking, and ended up with about three quarts of ber

ries.  These are the good wild berries.  Super small, but super sweet.  

Not like the cultivated jumbo blueberries you see at the store most of the year.  Lily soon discovered the fun of eating them right off of the branch and we talked at length about how blue our poop was going

to be the next day.

That night we went home and Carli made Acadian Blueberry Grunt.  So good.  Wild blueberries are one of things I missed about New England so having them now is like a welcome home.  Plus it means that apples and pumpkins are next...fall is on our doorstep.