I've actually found a berry I can pick! Being red-green colorblind makes it pretty hard for me to pick red raspberries. I have no trouble seeing the blue berries hiding among the green leaves, however.
Another nice thing about blueberries is that there are no thorns. My experience picking berries as a child was, wear flannel shirts and blue jeans to catch the thorns, sweat because you're overdressed for August, and still expect to be pricked a thousand times for a single bucket of berries. Blood and sweat were required sacrifices in order to enjoy the fruit.
My dad had a sort of zen technique of moving through a bramble bush really slowly -- ostensibly without getting pricked. In retrospect, perhaps he had a high tolerance for pain, and thick skin, and didn't notice (or perhaps just didn't admit) to being pricked by thorns.
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