Blueberries

We went to the woods to pick huckleberries from the time I could walk. Kids got little tin Shedd's peanut butter pails to fill. Great memories. Wintergreen berries (and leaves) were a bonus and better than gum.
 
Last time I picked blueberries was when I lived in Alaska. It's hard to gather a lot when you're looking over your shoulder for the bear that just left that steaming pile of poo in the blueberry patch.
 
There's a cobbler baking in the oven right now. I got 20 gallons off my bushes last year but only three gallons this year because of a late frost. That didn't hurt me because I usually let the neighbors have most of them after I get what I want. I've got probably a half gallon left that can be picked and then I'm going to trim them back and put some time release fertilizer on them. I like this time of year because instead of eating a fat breakfast I eat fresh picked blueberries over Cheerios instead. I like to freeze at least eight quarts of them for holiday pies or cobblers. I planted five bushes near the house. I found five more scattered around my little farm that were apparently "planted" by birds. All the wild plants plus a couple of Huckleberry bushes appear to be different varieties. All are delicious.

Blueberry pie with brown sugar top crust. Blueberries re great in oatmeal, along with apples, cinnamon, raisins and sliced banana on top
 

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