It is finally blueberry picking time. Juana and I head out to the netted enclosure that a singular catbird has been visiting. I have not been able to find its entrance, but the losses to this avian predator have not been too great (I think).
Many of the berries are still unripe but we have entered the season when they need to be checked everyday or so to see what has ripened.
Juana picks with much better dexterity than me as I fumble berries and remove as many unripe as ripe ones. They are smaller than typical because of the lack of rain. But with luck and a bit of water, they should plump up soon.
I take a rare fat berry and pop it into my mouth. Its slightly tart juices bring back summer memories of pies and homemade whipped cream. I can’t wait for more.
