Two good things here:
1. Blueberries are picked. Our old house has a wonderful field through the woods and the owners have generously allowed us to go to pick there. We’ve ate some fresh but the vast majority go in the freezer. These little guys help stave off the winter blues when the eating is a little less exciting. We have one rake and the others pick by hand.
We are able to use our friend’s solar powered winnower to separate out the leaves. This clackety-bangety batch of old iron and wood is a true beaut. I love hearing the squeaking of the wheels accompanied by the faint plop of berries into the wooden box. What a thing it is to see!