Perhaps you remember this early spring activity….
There are mountains of berries to pick.DH diligently pruned all350 bushes with a Saws-All and then we mulched each bush with 6-8″ of aged sawdust. Pruning and sawdust apparently make blueberries very happy.
He has put out the signs, the scale, the cash box, the pails and the pickers are picking.
I am a very spoiled woman. This man picks me fresh berries every morning.
This is a study of Bubba in the Blueberries. (Doesn’t she look like a runway model posing for a fashion designer? I hope I have half her beauty at 80.)
I have this gracious lady to thank for the beautiful berries my husband shares with me every morning. Thank you Bub, for raising such a good man. (His dad was also in the patch with us but wouldn’t stop grazing the berries long enough to pose for a picture. I am certain he had something to do with how well my husband turned out.)