Monthly Archives: June 2016

I’ve Decided Which of You I’m Going to Eat First

It’s happening.

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Yesterday it was pasty green, just like the others.  And then last night while I was sleeping: blue.  After weeks of weeding, watering and watching, nature has given me something for a change.  I gasped when I saw it through the kitchen window and rushed around back for a closer look.  I smiled for the first time in days.  I’ll be honest, that one berry made me happier than many more meaningful moments in my life should have.  I did this.

I was soon back inside, however, as I had a boring job to hurry to and a boring 9:30 meeting to prepare for.  The scenario boys from across the hall whipped up some new money projections for me and I had to dig out some of my old textbooks to figure out what the hell they were talking about.  I halfheartedly leafed through a few chapters on fixed income security valuation before sliding the books aside and looking at the picture of my blueberry for ten minutes.

Maybe I’ll put you in a pancake.

I packed a rainbow lunch today and wondered, while eating the blueberries, which sort of blueberry my new berry would be.  There are tart ones, smushy ones, … tart ones.  My store bought berries actually weren’t that bad today, but I knew my berry would be better.  You’ll trump them all, I whispered aloud.

I ran around back when I got home and as I popped my berry off the bush, noticed that another had blued up during the day.  I grabbed that one, too, and hurried inside.  “Mrs. B!” I shouted, “Look!  Blueberries!!”

I handed her one and she dampened the mood.  “Baby, this one is a little green on the bottom.  Are you sure these are ready?  Did you research when to pick blueberries?”

There was no turning back now.

“Did you wash these?”

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It was delightful.  Quite possibly the best blueberry I’ve ever had.  I took the time to chew it slowly, to savor it, to imagine it inside a muffin or a cobbler or other fancy things within which you’d put the perfect berry.  I must have closed my eyes because I heard, but did not see, Mrs. B spitting hers into the sink.

Not a little green on the bottom: check.  This is going to be the best summer ever.