During the summer we prepare for fall and Christmas gifts by going to pick fruit to make jam and preserves. We have created some awesome recipes over the years and all call for local fresh fruit. We started out the season by going to pick blueberries at the local farm up the street from April’s house. This time Jasmine comes with us. There are rules to the picking of berries: 1) You must wear boots 2) Never pick from a bush another person is currently picking 3) Bring cash.
We go to the far end of the field where the underbrush is thick with blue because people with small children would stay close to the parking area not wanting to drag them that far. We heard various remnants of voices so we knew we were far enough away from society and set to work. Halfway through filling our buckets, Jasmine wanted to move to another row.
April tells her there are plenty of berries from this bush that we can collect.
“Well I’m am going to leave some for someone else to pick and move on to another bush.” To which April replied, “Well that’s socialism and I’m a pure capitalist and I’m going to pick all the berries on this one then burn it to the ground so no one else can have any.”
Jasmine was aghast and moved anyway. April and I stayed and stripped the bushes clean in our area.
On our way out to pay, we saw more berries so we stopped to eat a few. There are 40 varieties on this one farm so we really should try them all.
Jasmine laughs and says, “How do you like those socialist berries now?” to which April retorts, “I tell you what, you might need another lesson in government. I’m still a capitalist and I’m going to eat them. If I want to I can go over there and steal that man’s bucket and show you what a dictatorship is.”
Jasmine’s eyes are wide with laughter. “You wouldn’t.”
“Watch me.” April walks over to this random man and takes his bucket. He is so engrossed in his job he doesn’t even realise he is now dropping them to the ground.
Jasmine asks me what I think about that as I am shoving another handful of berries into my mouth.
“They didn’t weigh me on the way in. $2.50 per pound.”