Healing Powers of Blueberry

In my self imposed convalescing seclusion, the walls of my beautiful little home closed in on me. Dark clouds, high winds and wet everything surround me yet it does not deter me from venturing outside to get a much needed dose of fresh air. My muscles scream for movement. I yearn to place my hands in the earth and work up a froth. Maybe the fever has taken me. This can't be good.

My yard is a canvass. A picture waiting to be painted. A dark outline needing to be filled in with color. My latest plan is to take out an old ornamental bush (more like a well established tree) and plant some blueberries in that much coveted sunny spot in the yard. I have attempted blueberries before with no luck but I am convinced they were just planted in the wrong place.

First things first. The bush has to come out. It had lost all leaves and was a six foot mass of woody branches intertwined and deeply imbedded in the earth. Shovel and pick in hand, I started in. Two days later the hole grows and with the branches cut low it still won't budge.

Bare root blueberries bought and awaiting their new home I am more determined than ever. With yet another cold wet storm front moving over us I will be out in the mud again tomorrow but oh it feels good.

You might be sending future correspondence to the local hospital but come spring it will be worth it. Next plan is an apple tree but an old cherry tree stump has to first has to come out first. Can't wait for the spring blossoms and the blueberry pies, muffins and smoothies etc.
Hope you get to paint your garden this year.