Huge blueberry bush: the real reason I quit worrying about the blackberries
Tuesday, 14 July, 2009 at 1:05 AM 
A couple of days ago I wrote about how I'm not so concerned over the death of my blackberry picking fantasies. I said there were 4 reasons, but I only shared 3, then.
May I introduce you to the fourth, and main, reason I haven't been too concerned about the blackberries I'm not picking this summer.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you: The Biggest Blueberry Bush I've Ever Seen. (Never mind when I'm not here, I live in a small city and the only blueberries I've seen in years have been prepackaged for me and are conveniently laid out for me to make my selections in the supermarket.) This bush was quite small when I was a child. In fact, sis called today and when I mentioned it, she had no recollection whatsoever that any such thing ever existed. Mom does, though. She's been asking me about it. Here you are, Mom. I'll leave some for you when I go...
The first evening I discovered the blueberries, I got dive-bombed by a couple of birds who were no doubt less than thrilled that I'd found their stash. If I could get out there early in the morning before they do sometime, I'd probably have more ripe ones than I have. As it is, some of the ones I've been eating on my Fage Greek Yogurt with slivered almonds sprinkled on top are slightly tangy. Never mind: they're fresh blueberries. Blueberries I picked myself. It's become a happy little ritual for me.
This morning I went out to pick a few and left my camera inside. Having decided that I'd probably taken quite enough photos of blueberries growing on a honkin' bush. But then I saw the sky and noticed the moon still hanging around, and had to go back inside and get a camera. For you I did this; so I could include that gorgeous morning sky in my little gallery.
Click here for the photo gallery that provides evidence of my blueberry picking obsession.
By the way, not only do I generally like the taste of blueberries a little more than blackberries (no annoying seeds to worry about,) but also? No poison ivy around, and no briars, and also no need to pick through weeds and tall grasses wondering if I'm going to step on some unsavory critter. Yea, this is pretty much my dream come true, as far as fruit picking is concerned. I'd better enjoy it while I can; I'm outta' here in a few days and no doubt when I return next month, these berries will be a mere figment of my imagination.
PS: I ran out of Greek yogurt this morning. It didn't seem to be an option when I went into "Gary's Market" later this evening to replenish a few things to last these final days. Speaking of tiny little addictions...
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Mom just left here to go to an appointment elsewhere. I don't think she's seen this yet--she didn't mention it. That's an awesome bush. I wish we could move it to our land in SC, but we'd probably kill it in the effort!
Don't worry--the berries you can't pick will be appreciated by the neighbors. But if you're thee long enough, remember that we will be in your town in a couple of weeks. We like blueberries, too!
Love,
Dad
Wow. You take STUNNING photos. I'm really impressed. You ought to send the blue sky one to Chris - I bet he can use it on his blog.
Daddy, it would be cool if you could move this bush to SC. I told the neighbors to please help themselves. I think there's a plan that involves netting to keep out the birds. Novel idea, eh?
Of course I'd bring you blueberries, but there's no way the small amount available every morning would last 'til next weekend. Trust me on this. :)
Love you too!
Dena, ohhh! Thank you so much! Chris has actually recently given me pointers on how to improve my photos. I'm learning, little by little. Very welcome advice...