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This is a picture of the wild blueberry farm I mentioned in an earlier post.
Beautiful isn't it?
Now go order some blueberries! ;-)
intervale.lassen@gmail.com
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Intervale Farm
This is a picture of the wild blueberry farm I mentioned in an earlier post.
Beautiful isn't it?
Now go order some blueberries! ;-)
intervale.lassen@gmail.com
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Blueberries! Yum. My family lived in a small Pennsylvania post-strip-mining town years and years ago, and I used play around the old strip-mining areas, climbing up and down all of the old coal slag piles. Surrounding that poor, stripped land of it's beautiful once grande evergreens were small bunches of blueberry bushes all around. It was the first time, I had experienced (or really remembered) having blueberries for the first time. And every time I see or eat a blueberry, it takes back there. I don't know if it was the innocence of childhood that made those berries taste so good, or because they grew and blossomed from the remnants of man's destruction of the environment, but they were delicious nonetheless.
And having spent time in the summers in Bar Harbor (or rather Ba-ha-ba) and Northeast Harbor, Maine, blueberries hold a significant memory for me.
Not to mention, I started an online home decor site a couple years ago (now defunct) called blueberrydog.com (named in part for my affection for my dog, Augustus, and my love of blueberries).
Thanks for the trip down memory lane!
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