Saturday, June 16, 2012
Five years ago I bought some bare root blueberry plants. Five years ago I planted those plants in little pots and left them alone.
Four years ago I put the blueberries in bigger pots. Again, I left them alone.
Three years ago I put the blueberries in my vegetable parterre. 2 of them survived.
Two years ago I ... I did nothing. They just sat in the parterre enjoying the sun.
Last year, also nothing. Okay, I might have inspected them with a magnifier to see if there was any hope whatsoever of them ever bearing fruit. I decided there was no hope, so I left them alone.
But today! Today when my DH and I were planting in the garden, I came face to face with this - the first blueberry on the blueberry plant. I couldn't believe it. My first blueberry.
I love blueberries. Always have. To me blueberries mean summer is here. Their sweet taste, the purple stains on your hands, the smell of them simmering in a pot on the stove. It's my childhood all over again each time I see a blueberry. I can still hear my grandpa when he greeted us each time we went to visit - 'There's some blueberry pie in the freezer, Joe.' (He called us all Joe - our mother said it was so he didn't have to remember all of our names - I think he just liked saying Joe.)
Now we have our own blueberry. It's small, it's green, it doesn't look like it has a chance of ripening. It's not enough for a pie or jam or fruit salad. It will probably be eaten by a bird or a chipmunk or our rabbit.
But it's there! We actually grew a blueberry from bare root. This means that I am not a lame gardener! I have a clue when it comes to plants.
Oh wait - I just neglected it for a few years. Well, let's see...
I chose the spot to plant it! I'm not a lame gardener! I have a clue when it comes to plants.