Monday, August 25, 2008
blue blue blue ...berries of course!
It must be nearing end of summer, for the signs are everywhere. The foilage, although it is on the ground is turning bright reds and oranges. The blueberry is ripe and ready for picking. Best of all they are completely free. Hunting, fishing, sealing all require permits and equipment; boats, lures, weapons. Not free.
Blueberry requires no permits, and has no limits. If you've got time, they grow wild everywhere.
Picking fruit, in the sunshine, sprawled on the tundra is a far better use of a beautiful day then slogging away at the laundry.
I discovered, rather quickly that it is best to locate berry patch, find the bottom most part on the hill and then work your way up. It's much easier to find them if you look up at the plant. They try but can't hide their bluey blueness!
Post script to the ulu- I have not yet cut myself. It naturally moves in an outward motion.