My So-Connecticut Life: The Sweetest Part of Summer Is Picking Local Blueberries

The town where I live in Connecticut is small – about 7,000 people, a few schools, and a single coffee shop. What we do have, in abundance, though, is farms. An apple orchard, a dairy farm, a farm known for its microgreens, and the most Christmas tree farms in the state.

Which means that while our town of Easton doesn’t have a grocery store, it has farm stands, pick-your-own fields, and more fresh produce within a few miles than most people find in a whole county. Since moving here, I’ve begun to mark the seasons by whatever’s ready to pick, and in summer, that means blueberries.

Silverman’s Farm, about a mile down the road from my house, opens for pick-your-own blueberries every July, and my family and I make a point of being there on the first day almost every year and creating delicious summer dishes from our loot.

blueberry bushes

We’re lucky to live so close to one of the best blueberry farms in the state. I always have to remind my kids to only pick the ripe ones.

(Image credit: Kaitlin Madden)

Blueberry season in Connecticut is short, six weeks, maybe seven if the weather cooperates, so we tend to pick more berries than we can eat fresh, despite the fact that my kids usually polish off a large portion of them in the car, ignoring my requests to let me rinse them first.

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