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When we moved to our house in 2002 most of the back yard was waist high fields. Over the years my husband… aka the Lawn Ranger… turned the fields into lawn. And in the middle of that lawn?

Nine high blueberry bushes. (So named because the famously sweet low bush Maine blueberries are literally ankle high.)

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We’ve had good years and bad as far as harvesting goes. Sometimes the birds eat them all, sometimes we have a late frost and they never grow properly.

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Pruning is important but sadly this year we lost two bushes.

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The blossoms smell divine and everywhere there’s a bloom?

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There will be a berry…

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Like this in mid to late August.

Not wanting to miss out on summer pie, the husband and I went to a large nursery and purchased two replacement bushes.

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I was a bit shocked at the sticker price of $49.99 each, but fresh blueberry lemon pound cake with lemon glaze can not be denied.

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Fingers crossed they fruit this year.

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