Pastel colored clusters hung from many name worthy varieties of blueberry bushes aligned along the draw of the pasture. I was determined to pick all the ripe blueberries on this overcast, blustery day.
Some of the berries had fallen to the ground and had become nourishment for a nearby nest of fledglings. Out of curiosity, I had the privilege to pick and pop in my mouth the remains of the day. They tasted dull and mealy.
By looking carefully, I found plump blue berries hidden behind tear drop shaped leaves. My cup was soon full, and I took the berries to the freezer inside.
A fun way to remember when blueberries arrive, think fourth of July. Someone once said that blueberries are good for the brain. It will take years to see the evidence of that claim.
Every little while I heard Lincoln barking for Bird. Together they chased bids they will never catch, birds that hover high on the wind.
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