The Great Blueberry Harvest of 2012
The rays of the sun were relentlessly beaming down on my back and neck as I scooped away at the ripe blueberries. The heat had no sympathy for me, and thoughts of quitting my job right there on the spot were running through my head. But my ego would never let me give up. I sent the negative thoughts away and got back to work. There is light at the end of the tunnel. A spark of motivation runs throughout my whole body. It is day two of the harvest and the first day has left me exhausted. It is difficult to complete the simplest tasks such as walking, moving my arms, and especially bending over to rake berries as I’d done for eight hours straight the day before. My body is aching and it feels like all my limbs are going to fall off my body, as this is by far the most physically demanding activity I’ve ever taken part in in my life. But I need to pull through. My father and grandfather are each raking their own sections of the field, approximately fifty yards apart from each other. The constant action of leaning over and raking the tall bushes has become so familiar to us that we’ve quite literally become numb to it. I hate this job with a passion. I’ve been coming to this blueberry plagued field in the mountains of Debert, Nova Scotia for the past two summers. The field …show more content…
My bones are aching and walking has become much more labored than ever before. I put on my jeans, throw on an old ripped T shirt and head downstairs for breakfast. This would be my third time this year repeating this process. But when I met the bottom of the oak wooden staircase, I am greeted by a mind-blowingly relieving surprise. The words that came out of my grandfather’s mouth changed my entire present mindset. “Looks like you and your father are heading home eight hours early, Evan. The fields are too wet to rake the remaining berries right now. Pack your
The rays of the sun were relentlessly beaming down on my back and neck as I scooped away at the ripe blueberries. The heat had no sympathy for me, and thoughts of quitting my job right there on the spot were running through my head. But my ego would never let me give up. I sent the negative thoughts away and got back to work. There is light at the end of the tunnel. A spark of motivation runs throughout my whole body. It is day two of the harvest and the first day has left me exhausted. It is difficult to complete the simplest tasks such as walking, moving my arms, and especially bending over to rake berries as I’d done for eight hours straight the day before. My body is aching and it feels like all my limbs are going to fall off my body, as this is by far the most physically demanding activity I’ve ever taken part in in my life. But I need to pull through. My father and grandfather are each raking their own sections of the field, approximately fifty yards apart from each other. The constant action of leaning over and raking the tall bushes has become so familiar to us that we’ve quite literally become numb to it. I hate this job with a passion. I’ve been coming to this blueberry plagued field in the mountains of Debert, Nova Scotia for the past two summers. The field …show more content…
My bones are aching and walking has become much more labored than ever before. I put on my jeans, throw on an old ripped T shirt and head downstairs for breakfast. This would be my third time this year repeating this process. But when I met the bottom of the oak wooden staircase, I am greeted by a mind-blowingly relieving surprise. The words that came out of my grandfather’s mouth changed my entire present mindset. “Looks like you and your father are heading home eight hours early, Evan. The fields are too wet to rake the remaining berries right now. Pack your