When we had the fire I was distaught. Scared, angry, anxious...I was so upset at the devastation caused by a probable cigarette, carelessy tossed. Then someone mentioned blueberries. How they would thrive in the charred remains, and I became slightly hopeful. As the seasons have changed I've been watching the terrain, wondering if there would be a blueberry bounty.
Yesterday Braeden and I went to check it out.
It was a glorious sight, a mountain carpeted in blueberries.
They are simply everywhere. Stand and look up the mountain~blueberries. Look down the mountain~blueberries. Look down at your feet~blueberries. And not the blueberries that I am accustomed to picking, where you search the forest floor, looking for bright spots of blue. These berries are growing in huge clusters. I simply held the basket under the bush and ran my hands along the branches, and fistfuls fell into the basket.
It was overwhelming, to be surrounded by such beauty. To have a neverending supply of organic deliciousness right at my fingertips.
Can you guess where I will be spending today?
Wow, it's amazing the good things that can come from such a horrible thing. Enjoy!
Posted by: Roxanne | July 08, 2009 at 07:40 AM
Yum! I love wild blueberries!!!
Posted by: Kieran | July 09, 2009 at 02:54 PM