The indigo treasure hunt begins.
Last week, Jilda and I both
plucked ripe berries as big as our thumbs from our bushes.
They were harbingers.
Today, Jilda Picked a handful, the birds picked more.
In the next few weeks, we'll pick gallons.
Some we'll eat. Some well preserve. Some we'll share.
Mother Nature has many gifts,
but few are sweeter than blueberries.
