The fruits of my labor
There is something primal about teasing life-giving sustenance from just seed and soil
And I’m happy to share my expertise, seedlings and produce freely, with nothing expected in return
Save one.
Our patch is old, a heavy producer of multiple varieties, ensconced in a horse trough for ease of care and coverage
But until you’ve harvested them (at least weekly), tangled in bird netting, sweating and swearing in the summer sun, getting stabbed by branches, stung by mosquitoes and covered in spider webs, you may not understand why we won’t share
And if you want some – you’ll have to pick your own damn blueberries
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“You’ll have to pick your own damn blueberries” I loveeee