My friends and family have had a good laugh about my Tennessee farm–that when I was growing up I couldn’t wait to leave it and now I own part of it. But that’s not the whole extent of my farming connection.
I am growing blueberries. Yes, I have three pots on my deck (where the deer can’t get to them) that are full of blueberries. A few are ripe, and the three I ate today were good. Not fabulous, but good. I think another day or two more to ripen would have helped.
I’m delighted to get to eat some of my crop before we leave on Tuesday!