Constance's (Rochambeau) question yesterday sent me down memory lane. "Do you ever pick wild blueberries in our woods?"
We do, oh, yes we do! Actually wild blueberries are the only blueberries we have here in Norway. Some garden centers try to sell cultivated blueberry plants from time to time, calling the berries American Blueberries, but they never sell well. And why should they when our woods are filled with wild ones, which is smaller and much, much sweeter.
"Båbæ" (for blåbær/blueberries) is the first word I learned to say, the year At the age of 15 months, sitting in the middle of blueberry land, picking one and one berry from a straw, all I could think of was to get one more into my blue little mouth.
I have posted about blueberries several times, the first time was back in 2005, the first year of The House in the Woods. And blueberries were again a theme the following summer, this time in connection with Frances Mayes (you'll have to read the post to see the connection.....)
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I am looking through old photos these days, to find photos to illustrate the songs we will be singing during the garden party next Saturday. A few days ago I came over these two "mother and children" taken 18 years ago, Ingrid was one, Øystein was 6 and Torgeir was 8. The young mother was.......much younger than she is today.........
