It’s the end of the season as we know it

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!