The huckleberry bushes are at Grandma and Grandpa's, along with a nice, big lake to cool off in afterward. (A handy bribe to keep in my back pocket for hard work.)
I usually make a gallon of ice cold lemonade and a big bowl of pasta salad and head off, buckets, duct tape, belts and towels in hand.
We pick and we pick until I don't think I can manage to keep the children civil any longer and then we swim. I can pick a gallon bucket in the time it takes the big kids to pick 1/3rd or so- they do plenty of eating. The little children pick for a few minutes- pick berries to eat the rest of the time and then, as is most often the case, fall and spill the berries that they DID put in their buckets at some point of the morning.
Corynn asked the other day why the littles didn't have to pick as many as the biggles (with an inkling of "It's NOT FAIR!") I explained to her that the job of the littles right now is to be content when there is work to be done. 2 and 4 year olds can't possibly pick like 7 and 9 year olds and we shouldn't expect them to. But, in bringing them with us and expecting them to be out in the heat and among the berries for hours at a time (without complaining), they are PRACTICING to be good berry pickers.
SOMEDAY I hope these little hands will be more productive...all of them. But for now, I am glad that they are out there with me- practicing. Plus, it is more fun this way.