The story of the blueberry feud still is in the midst of our memories. When we first moved in I began our garden adventure with big ideas. I’ll have to look through my pictures of what are small city plot of land looked like before I took over. We had a bleeding heart bush, one red rose, two bushes out front and that was it. Growing up in the country I had big plans and well still do.
I enjoy flowers but I also like to grow my own veggies and fruit too. On the back side of our garage we owned about a 2 feet wide swatch. A pain in the bee hive to mow. I spent one exhausting hot summer day clearing out all the grass and putting in all new soil. Then I went out and planted raspberrey and blueberry bushes. I figured even if we never ate them it would bring in some more birds to our property. All was well and they were growing beautifully.
Then one day at lunch I pulled into our driveway and what do my eyes see… That’s right the guys out back had weed whacked all my blueberry bushes. Out back we have a little truck depot. They are usually nice quiet neighbors. They drive in and drive out like three times a day. Well, I snapped and marched out there and had a little blueberry meltdown with the owner. He walked with me to my mass murdered blueberry patch and tried to say it was his property. That didn’t last long since the stakes from the survey with the orange flags were still there from when we moved in. At that point he apologized profusely. I took a deep breath it was only blueberry bushes for birds right??
The next spring I came home from work and on my back porch was a note and brand new raspberry bushes. So the feud is somewhat over… I don’t have any blueberries still. I do have raspberries… So this weekend my husband requested that we buy a blueberry bush. I planted it in our blue garden we shall see. . . I feel like they’re cursed a bit though.
Hmm I just read the tag. . . Should have bought too for better pollination. What are the chances I have some out behind the garage… It’s a scary place back there. After the slaughter I’ve neglected that piece of land…