I spent the evening with my parents picking wild blueberries. Every year we go a couple of times and I try to put up enough for muffins, cakes, and pancakes throughout our long winters here in Northern Michigan. Every year it seems to become a competition to see who can pick the most! Dad is 72 and is slowing down, so now he talks about how many he used to be able to pick! It makes me smile, I usually try to find him a good patch so he can sit in one spot. Mom usually goes off on her own and quietly picks her pail full beating both Dad and myself! These are memories I will always cherish, and hopefully there will be many more Picking days ahead!