There is something gratifying about picking berries. I picked blueberries this evening. Berry picking is a silent pastime. The only sounds are those of the surrounding environment and the pinging or thudding noise the berries make as they hit the bucket.
Picking time is a good time to assess your fruit set and what sort of pruning you are going to do during the up-coming winter. It’s a good time to assess if you want to replace any plants that just aren’t doing well for one reason or another.
Some berries lend themselves well to sampling often while picking, but blueberries are a bit too precious for that. In a recent email exchange, Tango wanted to know why blueberries cost more than recreational drugs. That is precisely because they are precious and choice.
We have only 12 plants and we harvest just around a gallon every year. We eat some right away, but we always freeze some so we can enjoy them throughout the year. It’s a rationing thing. This is my second picking of these plants this season. There are still some that need to ripen a bit more. I’ve kept the birds and the chickens away for the most part, so I should have some more to harvest since the bird netting is working pretty well this year.
I think I’ll have some blueberries in some pancakes this morning.