Some of the blueberry girls resting in the shade after dinner at the blueberry farm.
We are the "blueberry girls." While Brian and Logan help with the blueberries too, most of the work is done by the ladies in our family. This year we make quite the team.
The other day I returned from the blueberry farm with the pick-up truck loaded with blueberries to be stored in our root cellar until market day. We transfer the berries in wooden carries that hold eight quarts of berries.
"Betsy, don't you do too much!" I called from the back of the truck where I was moving carriers to the tailgate. Then I noticed Lauren ready to lug a carrier down the root cellar steps. We sent her with the ice cream pail full of bad berries to dump in the chicken pen, since we didn't want her to hurt her back carrying blueberries.
About that time Julie commented that we blueberry girls made quite the team. Libby has bad knees; Julie has a healing pelvis; Betsy has healing kidney, liver and ribs; and Naomi has a pebble in her elbow that sometime causes her arm to swell and hurt.
We make quite the team of blueberry girls. We all have to work together because none of us could do the job alone.