Blueberry Bounty

My father & I share a common interest in blueberries...we love to eat them! A favorite summer treat for us is fresh blueberries in a bowl, sprinkled with sugar, swimming in cream. But, we're not too picky...blueberry pancakes, blueberry pie, blueberry muffins...we love to eat those, too. And we each have our own fond childhood memories of plucking berries ripe from the bush. So, naturally, a thought occurred to us; why not grow our own blueberries? Which is exactly what we did...or Dad did, rather. This past spring, my dear dad purchased some blueberry bushes of various sizes, had them shipped to my house, and planted the bushes in my backyard. All twelve of them. By himself.

And all summer long, Dad tended to the blueberry bushes. He watered them, fed them fertilizer, supported the branches with stakes when they started to droop on the ground. Dad did all the work & let me have all the fun; it was my "job" to pick the berries!

Now, the season is almost over and we haven't reaped bushels of blueberries...just a few handfuls. But, oh, those berries tasted yummy. Best. Blueberries. Ever. Was it because we didn't use pesticides on them? Was it the type of fertilizer Dad used? Maybe. My opinion? I think the blueberries tasted so good because they were homegrown with a dash of Dad's love.