Blueberries!

All year long, I look forward to the Fourth of July. Fireworks? Okay, I guess. Remembrances of our great Nation's independence? Er, I'll try to remember to do that. Nope. That's when the blueberries are ripe. Frequently, I reap where I did not sow. I can't grow much of anything, except children (come to think of it, they grow wild, too), but in both the Boro, and in Ridgeland, my property came equipped with blueberry bushes. Actually, along with the proximity of "the Manor" to my work and the property's reasonable price, the presence of blueberry bushes on the lot was what sold me on the place. A fence to keep in Bo and Brady keeps out two of the three bushes, but there are still plenty of blueberries for a pie and a couple of servings of blueberry pancakes (in fact, we had some this morning. Alas, the camera batteries were spent). Maybe I'll show you a slice of pie after I've baked it.