In February 2011 I planted two blueberry bushes, one an early variety and the other one which blooms and produces fruit somewhat later in the spring.
Five generations of berries have been produced since that time and, up until now, you could count on the fingers of one hand the number that have actually gone into my mouth. The birds and the bunnies, however, have enjoyed the sweet little treats. One year the deer ate them, leaves and stems and all. Now I don't begrudge sharing with the neighborhood wildlife but I would like a few myself.
And that's just what happened this week; a handful of these blue beauties were the perfect addition to my lunch. Frankly I was a little surprised to find any berries at all on this early bush as it bloomed way earlier than usual when we had a sudden warm spell in like January. I expected all the blooms to have frozen when winter weather returned but there were a couple of clusters of big, fat berries hidden away. So hidden, in fact, that the wildlife hadn't found them before I did.
Usually the only ones I get are because I picked them before they're fully ripened. They're tasty then but so much better when their sweetness has a chance to really develop. These were perfect!
My victory was short-lived. I enjoyed those I picked but when I went back a few days later to see if the rest of the cluster had ripened, they were gone. There's still hope, however, there are plenty of berries just coming on the later variety. They're much more exposed than the early bush but I'm hoping I can secure another handful of these little blue bundles of goodness before the wildlife nabs them all.