Read by Matilda Longbottom

II adore blueberries. Not only are they packed with antioxidants, but they are also incredibly delicious. Whether in yogurt, cereal, plain, or baked into treats, they always hit the spot. It seemed like a great idea to get my own blueberry bushes to enjoy fresh, wonderful blueberries all Summer long. So, I visited my local nursery and purchased both early and late blooming varieties that were already quite established. I was thrilled!

I’m lucky to have access to a comprehensive guide on blueberries at Food Gardening Network. I spent the Winter reading every article (at least twice) to ensure I was fully prepared. I knew exactly where I wanted to plant them! Spring came and I tested and prepared my soil, and also made sure my garden hose reached the area (just in case of a dry spell). With a bit of muscle help from my husband, my blueberry bushes were planted.

That Summer, I watched as pollinators flitted from bush to bush, excited by the thought of all the great recipes I would try. As the small buds began to form, I went into full planning mode. I envisioned buckets and buckets of blueberries—maybe not the first year, but definitely in the years to come.

I revisited the blueberry guide at foodgardening.com (almost obsessively) to ensure there were no signs of pests or diseases. Several recipes in the guide looked absolutely delicious, including one for blueberry pie fudge that seemed easy to make and perfect for a Summer gathering.

When my first berry ripened, I couldn’t contain my excitement. It was so sweet and delicious. Now, I was getting a bit impatient. I just needed one cup to make blueberry fudge, muffins, or any of the other wonderful treats I had in mind.

The next morning, as I sipped my coffee and gazed out the window, I noticed something blocking my view of the blueberry bushes. I paused, completely stunned, then gasped. A BEAR. A very LARGE BEAR was enjoying my blueberries for his breakfast.

My first instinct was to run out and protect my blueberries. But after a moment, I came to my senses. That bear was A LOT bigger than me. So, I watched as he continued to munch on my morning treats.

For the rest of that Summer, and every Summer since (including this one), I’ve been lucky if I get a handful of blueberries. But I have a very happy bear who knows exactly where to find his breakfast treats, and since he is bigger than me, I let him have them. ❖