The Bounty

Have you ever eaten fresh blueberries picked right off the bush? I mean when they've been warmed by the morning sun. I have and some were as big as dimes and juicy. We found a neighbor that grows them now and Jilda went over this morning and picked a gallon. This weekend she's going to make blueberry waffles. She makes the waffles and then whips up this blueberry syrup concoction that is delightful.
I haven't had a lot of luck with blueberries, but it is my intention to remedy this. I put a reminder on my calendar to order in August and they will ship in September. It will be a year or so before we have berries but it's just a matter of time.
Our nephew Haven gave us a bushel of purple hull peas. When I finish with this entry, I'm going out on the screen porch to help Jilda shell the peas. Tomorrow evening we'll have squash from our garden, tomatoes, peas and cornbread for supper. There's a line in our BBQ song that says "I'm in heaven and I ain't dead." Well, that's how I feel eating fresh fruit and vegetables. Life's a garden, enjoy the bounty.