I met up with my mom after class at the salon to finally do some blueberry picking together. She had been telling me about this place since last year and I hadn't been able to get out there myself until now. We spent the morning collecting our share of these homegrown treats, filling buckets to the brim and staining our hands blue. We just managed to beat the rain as we paid for our bountiful buckets. Afterwards we stopped for some pizza - obligatory post-blueberry feast, obviously.
As I get older, I realize that time with my parents becomes more precious. I appreciate them in ways now that I couldn't when I was younger. Our relationships are much better for it. Little things like this are memories I hope to have forever.
Also the blueberries are delicious.