Friday - 06/25/2021 — I know the last thing you probably want to read about is what I had for breakfast – like I think anyone would be interested, right? But I’ve mentioned before (I think) that when I take my morning walk, I tend to stop by the blueberry bush at the end of my driveway and gather a handful of ripe berries – either to munch on right then or to sprinkle on oatmeal or Cheerios. And then there are the blackberry bushes at the side of my house. They’re well worth the slight detour I take before I reach the front door. They’re even worth the scratches I invariably get as I harvest them.
The blueberry bushes came from a plant sale held by a local college’s agriculture department several years ago. The blackberries were planted by passing birds who pooped out the seeds. Regardless of where they came from, they’re all thriving.
My friend Darlene has deer who eat her blackberry bushes—leaves, berries, stems, everything—so I guess I’m lucky my neighborhood deer haven’t discovered my bushes yet. They still concentrate on my violets: eat the leaves, wait a week for them to begin to regrow, then eat the leaves again.
Mother Nature is amazing. And delicious.