On a recent trip to Michigan we stopped at a fruit farm along the shores of Lake Michigan. To say there was an abundance of blueberries would be an understatement. Rows of blueberry bushes stretched farther than I could see. Each bush was absolutely loaded with bunches of ripe, juicy berries.
I guess I thought blueberries grew on short little bushes and that I would be bending over picking berry after berry one at a time. Instead I barely had to move my hand and an entire cluster would fill it up. As in, so big a handful I was dropping berries left and right. The bushes were taller than me and each one was loaded with little blue balls of bliss. I loved the sound of the plink, plink, plink in the bottom of my bucket, but it didn't last long.
Of course this "good deal factor" only heightened my frenzy to pick more, more, more. And you can't even begin to factor in the fun and delight of picking the berries yourself. Each bush seemed to have bigger, better and blue-er bunches, making it nearly impossible to stop picking. Plus there were no bugs, no thorns and it was a great way to stretch after being in the car for 8 hours.
Forty pounds of blueberries later we got back in the car to continue our trip. Yep, 40 pounds. I told you I got a little more than carried away. We picked 7 bucket-fulls. By the time we got to our destination we had 6 buckets and 2 very full tummies.
Food for Thought: "One man gives freely yet gains even more; another withholds unduly yet comes to poverty. A generous man will prosper, he who refreshes others will himself be refreshed." -Proverbs 11:24-25