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2015—On Blueberry Hill

I’ve never tasted blueberries picked only a few hours before so I’ve never experienced the luscious flavor of a fresh ripe blueberry. . .until yesterday that is. Yesterday, Granny May’s Strawberry Stand a few blocks from my house offered something new. Blueberries! Yum. How can I ever go back to the overpriced, flavorless, “picked when green,” blueberries available in the markets these days? Yes, something to look forward to and to savor. Blueberry season is short.


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