Comments for: Harvesting ripe blueberries a ticklish task

On a dewy August morning I walk through wet grass to the garden, one hand grasping a mug of steaming coffee, the other a bowl for berries. I have to rest them on a rock to swing back the fence gate. For years we gardened without this fence,… Read More
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