Neil looked under the kitchen sink and found a stack of plastic ice cream pails. “I found them,” he called over his shoulder.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jim demanded. “Get them out and pass them around. The berries are waiting.”
Neil grabbed the buckets and stood up. Lynn and Jim were each holding a hand out expectantly. He handed them each a pail. Another hand reached out from behind them and they both jumped. Grandpa grinned. “Where’s my bucket?” he asked.
Neil handed him a pail. “Are you coming to pick berries, too?”
“Just berries?” Grandpa asked.
Lynn nodded. “That’s what’s in season. Later in the year, maybe we’ll pick corn or peaches or apples or pumpkins.”
Grandpa sighed and shook his head sadly. “It’s not like it was when I was younger.” Read More