Roseburg, Oregon. Source of our blueberries since, well, forever. Home to Helen, great-grandmother, harvester of said blueberries. Summer 2013. Finally we go to the source, we visit the motherlode. This year, we have even more berries, and, not surprisingly, they’re much sweeter, even more prized.
Blueberries, Boats, & The Bard III
August 29, 2013 @ 4:40 pm
[…] other years. We ate our favorite things, but we weren’t exploring anything new. Except the blueberry harvest. This year, we I did as much as possible to keep it easy, fresh, simple. This meant: all shopping […]