Growing up in Oregon, Summertime always brought a rich bounty of fruits and vegetables. My mom and I would travel out to u-pick fields of blueberries and blackberries. We’d pick till our hands were purple. Then we’d take the berries home to make jam, cobblers, and freeze up the rest for winter. Nothing says summertime like plopping big ripe berries off a bush and into your mouth.
It’s this timeless Summer ritual that McCloskey captures perfectly, in an afternoon adventure that’s as sweet as fresh blueberry pie. The first print was in 1948 but it still seems fresh and relevant. There are reasons why this book is a classic.
The illustrations are simple yet they tell so much. They are all done with one tone using a deep royal blue that seems to give just a little more warmth. There is a strong sense of light, movement and place.
When you are forced to illustrate with just one color, you are forced to make your lines and shadows more precise and meaningful.
Empty space on a page is not such a bad thing.
I love the behavior of little kids when they think no one is watching…
I also love the posture and body language from the mom.
This kitchen looks like home. I can’t wait for blueberry season now!!!