Sweet Harvest

My neighbours hate my front lawn. They've never said anything about it, but I know that the fact that it's let to run wild makes them a little crazy. But oh, it's so worth it when I can get so many wonderful fresh blueberries for my breakfast!

I had to cut back the hawthorn bush this morning, too. I think it bit the mailman last week, since there was a nice little handwritten note on our mail: "Please trim greenery around path to mailbox." Well, given that it bit me four times this morning, I can certainly understand his request. I felt badly cutting it, but leaving it there to harm the mailman was not an option.

I might take the blueberries and make some muffins for my love. They're his favourite.