blueberries!

Every year I watch those little rascals as they flower, then produce tiny green berries. I seldom see them turn blue as by that time some critter other than me has eaten them. But this year I spotted something blue in the undergrowth of the woods so grabbed a bucket and off I went.


OK. So they’re not the big juice kind you get in the store. But they are uneaten by birds and bears. If I pick 1,472 buckets full, I might make a pie.

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