Each year for the past 2 years, on a warm June morning, my mom, son, and I have gone blueberry picking at a local u-pick blueberry farm. Today marked the third year for this. It was breezy, overcast, and just sticky enough to remind us we were in Indiana, after all. He made sure to bring his little tin pail, "just like" the one Sal carries in Blueberries for Sal (which we read last night in preparation for today's outing). Kaplink, Kaplank, Kaplunk really is the sound those berries make dropping into the bottom of an empty tin pail.