In July, we enjoyed our annual blueberry extravaganza. We baked them into tangy, crumbly crisp – and sprinkled them fresh over baked oatmeal.
Forty or fifty years ago, someone who lived on our property planted blueberry bushes. Here’s how our family enjoys them.
I think of this story around this time of year, when our bushes hang heavy with berries. Once upon a time when I was a little girl, we went to stay in the home of some friends in Virginia. When we arrived, our hosts showed us around and made us comfortable, in true Valley style. […]
Every year about this time, Ryan and I bless the Lord Jesus for the man (or woman) who planted our blueberry bushes. It must have been thirty years ago at least; the bushes are taller than my head—about a dozen of them in a long row. Last year we harvested 13 gallons of berries. This […]