|"This is what you want me to pick?"|
|"How do you get these off?"|
A bush to the side of the house is loaded with berries this year, tiny blue berries that only a person with a trained eye and a wish for huckleberry pie could find.
It wasn't long until the palm of Alice's hand was stained blue.
When she was through eating she loaded other berries in the bucket of the small green truck that she couldn't let out of her hand.
Some women are just born to eat berries and drive trucks at the same time.