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Blueberry fields forever

Would you rather only eat slightly under-ripe or slightly over-ripe produce for the rest of your life? (Prompt courtesy: https://thecoffeemonsterzco.com/en-ca/blogs/midnight-blogging/journaling-prompts)

I feel foolish for even answering this question but I think it’s better than the WP prompt and I’m scared that if I don’t answer a prompt today then I probably won’t write at all although maybe that would be better, as my Dad used to say “don’t talk just to talk”. Anyway, here I am.

It’s 8:13 am and I had a good night’s sleep, Baby RR let me sleep right til 5 am. Then I got up to feed and change him and he fell right back to sleep as did I until around 7.

Back to the fruit, I’ve talked before about how I’m not much of a fruit connoisseur and a bit of a late bloomer when it comes to enjoying fruit. And I chalk this up to the mainstay of our fruit when I was a kid (in lunch bags everyday for school), it was apples and oranges. Which got monotonous after years and years. We didn’t even keep bananas in the house as my Dad despises even the smell of them.

Having lived on a farm of course we had a huge garden although more veggies than fruits. We would pick and eat raspberries right off the bushes in the summer.

Going out to the bush to spend an entire day picking blueberries (enough to freeze for pie making), was not my idea of a good time. The blueberries were so small, not like the ones you buy in stores now that are the size of small grapes. It took forever to fill my pail with those teeny tiny little blueberries and so I would cheat and line the bottom of my pail with leaves to make it look like I had more than I did.

We didn’t have any, but my Gramma had two varieties of plum trees. Now plums I could get behind, especially fresh off the tree like that. Sweet and juicy. She also had a crab apple tree and right on the edge of our yard were chokecherry trees and saskatoon bushes. Saskatoon berries are similar to blueberries but they grow in more of an upright tree than on the ground in little bushes.

Again, I wasn’t a fan of picking berries as a kid and only kind of enjoyed eating them when they were in season. Mostly the berries were used in baking or for jams and jellies. We rarely just snacked on them for some reason.

Sid last weekend at the fishing hole

8 responses to “Blueberry fields forever”

  1. I think I’d choose slightly underripe vs overripe. I don’t mind crunchy peaches or nectarines. Citrus? I might have to cut back on those if they were underripe.

    I was wondering the other day how blueberries were picked because it seemed so tedious. I was trying to imagine some kind of machinery that shook them off. Sounds like I got my answer from your blog this morning. Mystery solved!

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    1. I’d choose overripe mainly because of bananas lol, i don’t like any green on them!
      I wonder if they have some kind of machine to “harvest” blueberries in large farms?! There’s no way they’re picking all of them by hand?!

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      1. Green bananas… yeah I totally agree!

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  2. I love your leaf hack! And your farm life stories in general. So interesting- and different from my suburban childhood.

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    1. Thank you so much Mary!

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  3. Ya those little blueberries are difficult to cultivate, nice pickerel!@

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    1. Thank you ☺️

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