The Blueberries have tortured me the last few weeks. The bloomed early and Berries formed in prodigious numbers. Even the yearlings are loaded with berries. Each morning I inspected each bush for any sign of critters. They've been perfect.
Late last week the area around the stem turned fuchsia. My mouth watered involuntarily. We'd have berries by Sunday.
When Sunday came, more of them had turned, but still, none were ripe. I could almost hear them taunt, Na Na Na Boo Boo, We're turning slowly.
Yesterday we walked and they were closer. I picked one, but I knew before I bit into it that the taste would be slightly bitter. It was.
It seems that overnight, they decided OK, time to stop taunting Farmer Rick. This morning when we walked, I picked a half dozen ripe blueberries and tossed them in my mouth. They were worth the wait.
Late last week the area around the stem turned fuchsia. My mouth watered involuntarily. We'd have berries by Sunday.
When Sunday came, more of them had turned, but still, none were ripe. I could almost hear them taunt, Na Na Na Boo Boo, We're turning slowly.
Yesterday we walked and they were closer. I picked one, but I knew before I bit into it that the taste would be slightly bitter. It was.
It seems that overnight, they decided OK, time to stop taunting Farmer Rick. This morning when we walked, I picked a half dozen ripe blueberries and tossed them in my mouth. They were worth the wait.
