There is a blueberry patch, more God or nature given than cultivated, near the house.The rain and the sunshine came in the right order and there were berries, ripened at the same time, on the heads. So for a few days, August 12 -15, I picked the berries. One day my young daughter joined me and she was filling her container very efficiently and without unwanted leaves. I saw that she was using her thumb to stroke the berries into her curved palm and then putting them into the bowl. Ambidextrous to boot.I must have done the same occasionally but not so deliberately. It is a bit of a delight to be conscious of those opposable thumbs.
