Fruit Picking

Words & Photography
by Madina Halimy

My middle, Yahhya, is loudly happy and loudly angry often. It’s usually the two extremes. But I see a different side of him when we go fruit picking...

Summer memories from the blueberry orchard. My middle, Yahhya, is loudly happy and loudly angry often. It’s usually the two extremes. But I see a different side of him when we go fruit picking, during which he becomes silent and serene looking. Once he learns how ripeness looks on that particular fruit, he goes on about intently and most precisely picking them with his small fingers and he doesn't let anyone ruin his "pewfect batch".