Too late to upvote, but I do love this post Bob, although I was beginning to think there was something you weren't telling us:
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I was wondering about your painted nails, then surmised it was Robin, not you 🤣
Now, I wonder why after all this time, if the bushes are on your property, why you haven't contrived a way to drive across that stream with your 4 wheelers, thereby reducing your risk and the work involved in toting those buckets?
If the location is a secret known only to you two and the critters, I can understand.
We used to have a fair sized patch of wild blueberries when my family moved to the woods, but they were in a swampy area, very congested with briars and brambles.
Then, down on the river bottoms, if you looked for them, there were Huckleberries. Bushes were totally different, the fruit LOOKED like blueberries but much smaller so you had to get a WHOLE bunch more of them. Mama would typically make cobblers with both of these things, as the bounty you are describing was never available to us. In the woods that is. I had a cousin not far across the river whose husband had planted rows of blueberry and grape. Then he died, and the things all just went wild, still on the fence line where they were planted, but not tended nor pruned.
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The bushes are not on our property, but rather Robins cousin's property. Over the last few years, I have been transplanting bushes from the location we now visit, to our property.
I have about 30 bushes now about 50 steps from the house.
It will take several years for them to start producing berries and until then we will make the trek to the patch about a mile away.
Thanks for the reblog my friend.
The reblog may not help for an older post, but I enjoyed it so....
I'm glad you have made the transplants, I hope they survive and quickly begin to produce for you two.
You guys are two of my favorite peeplez. 🤣❤️
Thanks my friend, what a nice reply
It's the truth. I hope one day to be able to see you two in person.