Blueberry season officially all-the-way ended this week with Planting Day [cue ominous chord]. Every year we plant 20,000 blueberry seedlings, every single one a brand new cross, on about an acre.
By hand.
On hands and knees.
On really pointy wood chip mulch.
We got lucky this year– we had a great inmate crew (university trial farms can’t use undocumented migrant labor, after all) and the afternoon brought us overcast weather with a little rain and lots of good breeze. It doesn’t get better than that.
Hubby and I celebrated the end of field season by spending two and a half hours in a cold dark room where, incidentally, Star Trek Into Darkness was playing. Good times!
Owl Springs Farm 