In my yard I’ve got a good number of mature blueberry bushes. Twelve? Fourteen? Enough that I can stock my freezer with loads of quarts of luscious berries to last throughout the year. And the birds? They’re welcome to their share. I love that the berries entice them.
Of the birds that come to enjoy the berries some are frequent visitors that I know well. A cardinal, a perfect example. Other birds don’t often make their presence known depending on the magic of camouflage to hide from my attentive eyes. A female scarlet tanager blending right in.
Each of the seasons provides a different aspect. A different way to appreciate the berries, the bushes. Winter with the buds anticipating the following spring develop sometimes encased in ice.
Winter as the rusty-red branches provide an accent to the snow that falls.
Spring with buds creamy white. Spring with buds soft red.
Spring and her blooms. A pollinators’ playground.
And then there’s summer. You know what that means.
Harvesting and eating.
Autumn celebrates with a brilliant palette. Sumptuous warm colors that tell me there is more to come with each season.
Can you tell? I am in love with blueberries and their bushes.