blueberry trance

I picked blueberries this week with my kids, and with my sister and her two girls. The sun was blazing. Sweat dripped into my eyes and I blindly reached for the bluest on the branch. All stages and ages of ripeness were held on a sprig--green, red, pink-purple, blue. Mosquitoes stung my neck and arms and eventually I stopped swatting at them and fell into the blueberry trance. I noticed when my eyes adjusted and my picking pace quickened. I was feeling the pull-- the blueberries really had me now. My kids gave up and flopped in the shade of the towering bushes and I gathered the bountiful, ripe fruit. Just. One. More...