MelissaBaby
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Spinoff from an earlier discussion about blueberries...
I spent a season raking blueberries.
Most commercially grown blueberries are "high bush", the big fat ones. In Maine, we grow the wild low bush type. They are much smaller, but much more flavorful. "Wild" blueberries grow in large areas called barrens. And low really means low, they grow very close to the ground. Most Maine berries go into making jam and other blueberry flavored products.
This what a Maine blueberry barren looks like:
http://me.reel-scout.com/up_images/3/2040243.jpg
Late in the fall, they set the barrens on fire and burn off the plants.
These are the rakes you use:
https://bdn-data.s3.amazonaws.com/uploads/2015/08/migrant080715_4-600x900.jpg
From My Fall and Rise:Chapter 7 "Iced Coffee and Blueberries"
I spent a season raking blueberries.
Most commercially grown blueberries are "high bush", the big fat ones. In Maine, we grow the wild low bush type. They are much smaller, but much more flavorful. "Wild" blueberries grow in large areas called barrens. And low really means low, they grow very close to the ground. Most Maine berries go into making jam and other blueberry flavored products.
This what a Maine blueberry barren looks like:
http://me.reel-scout.com/up_images/3/2040243.jpg
Late in the fall, they set the barrens on fire and burn off the plants.
These are the rakes you use:
https://bdn-data.s3.amazonaws.com/uploads/2015/08/migrant080715_4-600x900.jpg
From My Fall and Rise:Chapter 7 "Iced Coffee and Blueberries"
Raking blueberries is backbreaking work. The berries grow close to the ground, usually on rocky hillsides where the only way to harvest them is to bend down and scoop them up with a short two handled rake. By the end of the first day I could barely straighten my back. Most of the other rakers were migrant workers, Mexicans or Haitians. I realized that all my life, these people had been coming into the area every year to work, and I had never noticed them. Some stayed in motels, but many slept in their cars or set up camp in the woods. I would spend the night in my comfortable bed.
Some of the young men could fill two hundred boxes of berries a day, twenty pound to a box. The pay rate was $2.50 per box. I was pressed to fill fifty boxes, but at least I was bringing in some money. And, while the work was exhausting, I enjoyed being out in the sun and fresh air. Some of the barrens we raked were on high hilltops, where the view stretched all the way to the ocean.
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