Holy cow. Black raspberries from my yard. And I've got the scratches to prove it.
It's only a few, but it's only the first day, and there are thousands more to come. Make no mistake: These are not blackberries, and don't taste anything like blackberries. They don't taste or feel in the mouth anything like red raspberries, either. They are tart and sweet and have a flavor all their own. Is an atheist allowed to speculate about Heaven? If so, this is one of the things I imagine Heaven might be.
That's the black part of the program. Now about the blue:
I have eaten about four ripe blueberries from our bushes. There are many more to come.
I stopped in at Gardener's Supply on Saturday and found that fruit plants were 20% off. I got two new blueberry bushes (already loaded with fruit) and stuck them in the ground over the weekend. Then I looked out the window last night and saw a robin swooping down to peck off a blueberry. NO SHARING! So I ran out and braved the mosquitoes to put on the bird netting.
Life is good. It would be better if I'd made it to yoga yesterday, and didn't have to defrost the goddamn piece-of-crap refrigerator and cook lots of food so it wouldn't spoil in the 90-degree heat, but still. And now we have lots of good leftovers to eat all week. So yeah, life is good.