I’ll never forget my first summer in Maine. Our move to the Northeast started rough, traveling right behind a major storm. I was determined to leave our old home and so eager to start our new life. A few months later summer arrived and it was then that I really started to fall in love with my (new) home, my (new) town, this state.
As my husband drove, the kids and I were packed in the car taking a drive to the local grocery store. We were only a few roads up from the house when I noticed these low bushes along the road. There was a blue tint to the bushes. One car was pulled over and a lady was hunched over picking through the bushes. Curious, I had my husband pull over. It was a delight to learn that they were wild blueberry bushes!
I LOVE blueberries… but I LOVE wild blueberries a million times more!
There are so many reasons why I love Maine, why I love New England. Wild blueberry season is an absolute list topper. If you have not tried a wild blueberry you must. The flavor from this tiny berry can never be compared to a traditional blueberry you primarily see at the grocery store. They are so much more flavorful, and sweeter. Just munching on them by the handful is an absolute treat.
This is the time of the year where I will pack my blueberry rake in my backpack, walk out my front door, and head up the railroad tracks to my “secret” treasure trove. I found this hidden gold mine later that summer while walking my dogs to the pond by my home. If my kids come along they will eventually gripe about the hard labor involved in picking wild blueberries. But I’ll remind them of this when they devour every last blueberry muffin I bake.
Not only will I pick my own berries, I’ll head to the local farmers market. In fact, I have 40 pounds of berries waiting for me this weekend! I am so excited (yes, it’s the little things that matter). Not only do I make muffins, but our family will make jam and freeze any berries to use throughout the winter. Making smoothies, pancakes, sauces, dried berries, and more muffins. Our home never has enough wild blueberries.
I can go on and on over my love of wild blueberries. But I will stop… I don’t want anyone taking my “summer treasure”! It all belongs to me!