Its that time of year, when the berries are in bloom, when the strawberries taste like strawberries and the blueberries taste like blueberries and the SNOZBERRIES TASTE LIKE SNOZBERRIES!
(unnamed blueberry bush, we don’t name them till the produce, we have a working Burrow here, no slouching!)
Though our own crop is still in the works, it looks like this year we will get 17 of our very own berries! form our Blueberry bush! the Farmers Market is jumping. And loaded with berries that you can snap up to be your very own, and maybe even some of them will make it home.
And you know what happens then.
I can’t stop myself from jammin’ Oh how I love to jam, yes you know, I wax on and on each season. I love those pretty jars all in a row, on the shelf for a winter’s day in the future when we will once again wonder “the sun? what is that again?”
Blueberry, Strawberry and Strawberry Rhubarb
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The snozzberry scene was my favorite one in the whole movie (Gene Wilder, not creepy Johnny Depp ala Michael Jackson).
so jealous of you with the jams!!