If a blueberry falls in the blueberry patch, and there's no one around, ... except you and a loudly buzzing ruby throated hummingbird feeding at the coral bean plant that volunteered in the middle of the blueberry patch and is now thrusting beautiful red flower spikes to the sky ... does it make any sound?
The berry I mean.
That sentence was so long I figured you probably forgot the original subject.
The blueberry harvest has begun here at PFHQ.
Apparently it actually began last weekend when Emma mentioned she had picked and eaten a handful of blue beauties.
I picked berries this morning surrounded by blueberry bushes which tower over me even while leaning under the weight of thousands of clustered berries. The morning bird call cacophony and the hum of that very persistent hummer made the job not a job at all.
It's 8:38 am, the scones, laden with fresh picked berries have about two minutes to go.
Oh, and a doe just tip-toed across the lawn.
I love a good blueberry morning.