Forty days is a very long time if you’re waiting for something. Forty days is forever if you’re in a hospital bed. Forty days is much too long if you are a family waiting at home towards the end of a long deployment. Forty days and forty nights for Noah, on an ark with all those animals? An eternity!
But forty days are transient when it comes to blueberry season at Shuqualak Farms, a short window of time when the berries are ripe for picking at the start of a hot Louisiana summer.
The farm has been there for a very long time, an institution in Frierson, offering years of memories to local families, who return year after year to pick the berries and enjoy the complimentary and decadently delicious blueberry popsicle offered while the berries are being weighed and paid for. The farm itself is the opposite of transient but that window for picking….you have to be aware and go when the berries are optimal.
Yesterday did not disappoint.
Besides coming home with a full bag of delicious plump blueberries, this image presented itself towards the end of my visit. It’s what I enjoy the most about photography, finding that one fleeting, transient moment in the middle of all the others.
And that free blueberry popsicle….on their FB page someone asked what the secret ingredient was, that made them so amazing.
Their answer was “love.”
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Fabulous post and gorgeous photos!
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Ah, this reminds me so much of the Blueberry farm just south of Natchez. Though a much more rustic place, they do boast of 16 varieties and boy are they all different!!! YUM!!
My crazy Mississippi Cousin, one year when we flash froze a bunch we had just picked, had them packaged up and mailed to us all the way to Seattle. They didn’t make it but the gesture was appreciated. We hated to leave all those day old berries behind!!
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