By Robert McCloskey
Little Sal picked three berries and dropped them in her little tin pail…kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk! She picked three more berries and ate them. Then she picked more berries and dropped one in the pail — kuplunk! And the rest she ate. Then Little Sal ate all four blueberries out of her pail!
In honor of the three pints of fresh ones I just bought at the farmer’s market and the blueberry picking excursion we have planned for next week, today’s post is this perennial McCloskey favorite. Little Sal accompanies her mother as they go looking for blueberries to fill their aforementioned tin pails. On the other side of Blueberry Hill is Little Bear and his mother, eating Tremendous Mouthfuls of berries so they can grow big and fat for the long, cold winter. Little Sal and Little Bear become so engrossed in their berry picking that they mix up their mothers. Eventually, the mothers notice and all gets sorted out. McCloskey’s gentle universe — brought to life with thoughtful indigo-inked drawings — is a joy to visit, although my son just informed me he doesn’t like this book anymore because he’s read it too much.