We’ve lived here on Long Island for … I want to say 10 years rounding up, but to be precise… 7 years, 6 months and 31 days. All this time I have been walking past the giant blueberry bush in our backyard with curiosity — but for some strange reason, always assumed that the fruit was poison. “You can’t EAT those” I’ve exclaimed many times… I don’t recollect any traumatic near death berry eating experiences — although I didn’t exactly grow up in the woods scrounging for food. And I do love blueberries.

Then for a while I harbored this weird procrastination-like theory that why bother with the blueberry bush — the birds eat them all anyway… as if I know this for a fact? I imagined myself getting swooped down upon for approaching the fruit once it was ripe… Oh well — you can’t eat them anyway. This year, for whatever reason, it dawned on me that — they aren’t wild blueberries… this is a well groomed — manicured blueberry bush that must be … 8 feet tall and probably 10 ft around…. Someone planted it. Obsession kicked in.. and has certainly paid off….