Yesterday while we were picking blueberries, Vince had gone off on his own and I stayed on the row that I started picking on. A couple of adults and kids came up and started picking on the row behind me. There are over 2,000 plants there and probably at least 60 rows.
Not long after I started picking, a couple of ladies and two kids came up and started picking on the row behind me.
The kids came through the bushes and started picking on the row I was picking on. I’m sure it’s safe for the kids to not be right with the adults. The moms could see them through the bushes, could definitely hear them and the kids didn’t go any farther. While they were behind me, I could hear every word they were saying. I could hear two ladies talking about some of their church friends (in a not so good way) and they were about four rows from me.
Anyway, the little boy, who was 4 started talking to me. His dad had been working about four states away and that was a LONG way away. Now his dad works about 30 minutes from home. He told me his name and he told me how his parents came up with his name. He proceeded to show me which blueberries I should pick, which ones I should not eat. I picked a handful and dropped a couple of them when putting them in my bucket so I picked them up and put them in my bucket. He then told me that I shouldn’t pick them up from the ground so I explained to him that I had just dropped those and was only picking up what I had dropped.
After about 10 minutes of non-stop talking, he stopped, had a funny look on his face and said “WAIT! Why am I talking to you? You’re a stranger!” I laughed and said “Maybe it’s time for you and your parents to have a stranger danger talk!” His mom was cracking up. She explained to him that while he shouldn’t talk to strangers most of the time, if mom or dad are standing right there, it might be ok and he could continue talking to me.
He wanted to know if I had brothers or sisters, told me his mom has eczema. Then he asked me if I am part of a small group with my church. I told him no. He told me the church they go to has small groups and told me I could go to his small group with him. They make things and have good snacks.
That’s about the time his mom was ready to move on to a new location. He was a fun little kid to talk to and it made a good part of my blueberry picking a bit entertaining.