Here in the southern hemisphere it is berry time, although recent cool cloudy weather has slowed them down a little. We drove up to the Clyde River Berry Farm on Tuesday to pick blueberries, and a small amount of boysenberries and tay berries. A kindergarten group were picnicking before their picking fun, young voices rang out musically through the berry rows as we filled our buckets. We picked enough to freeze for the months ahead, they last so well in small packs just right for the morning cereal or an after-dinner snack. Although the drive in involves quite a bit of unsealed road it winds through spectacular forest, a joy of its own, and that is where we found the bee hives, stacked unceremoniously on their pallets by the side of the road. The bees did not mind this lack of romance, but were busy gathering from the gum blossom in the tall trees, and the smell of honey filled our car in the few moments I had the window open to take a photo.
and a quote reminding us of the powerful good in blueberries (thanks to allgreatquotes.com):
‘Simple,’ Tummeler replied.’ Blueberries is one of the great forces o’good in the world.’
‘How do you figure that?’ said Charles.
‘Well,’ said Tummeler, ‘have you ever seen a troll, or a Wendigo, or,’ he shuddered, ‘a Shadow-Born ever eating a blueberry pie?’
‘No,’ Charles admitted.
‘There y’go,’ said Tummeler. ‘It’s cause they can’t stand the goodness in it.’
James A Owen
There Be Dragons.