On not (yet) seeing blue

5 May 2008, 6pm

Where I grew up there was enough damp, acidic soil to support oceans of u-pick blueberry operations, where we used to get them by the hamper. As I understand it they’re native only to North America, which is something of a drag; myrtilles are very hard to find hereabouts, usually only available in tiny, sour, frozen, Swedish form. 

Herself planted these bushes two summers ago, and the yield then was about 1¾ muffins worth. Last year we did rather better. This year I hope to walk around blue-lipped for most of July.

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