Blueberries!

(I moved this here, from another spot, thinking what a lovely way to start the year's New England diary)

We went after the first fruits of the season this afternoon. Blueberries - loaded onto shrubs that looked far too insubstantial to hold them all. Most of them were unripe, white and green but every fourth or fifth berry was a perfect blue with the bloom they have only on the bush.

It was one of those accidental days that turns out to be quite lovely. Steve had a dead car this morning when he got himself together to head off to the dentist and since I had barely gotten myself together for work - I ended up driving him, waiting at the dentist and then he dropped me at work while he went off to contend with the dealer. I made it through a handful of emails and then I got cut off internet wise, so this being summer AND my last week of work at this job - I said the hell with it and went out to Popo for nasty hot dogs (we've been saying we're going to get a Popo dog for ages) and really good coleslaw, followed by a short lived effort to re-up our cell phones - fail - we were fifth in line, this on a weekday afternoon in a sour economy -go figure. With hours until dinner, Steve suggested Trader Joe's, I suggested picking blueberries at the mellow little U-Pick place in Georgetown. Hot and buggy, but not too of either and along with four luscious looking pints of blueberries I scored a pint of raspberries, not easy to come by, because while the blueberries are plant floozies letting it all hang out with very little foliage in the way, the raspberries are more retiring sorts, hiding behind brambles and lots and lots of leaves. Now I go scout out yummy recipes.