Saturday, June 23, 2012
This is my blueberry plant. Bought it about 3 months back. When it started to bloom, the tiny fruits appeared. Then most morning, I would peep from the glass window in the living room and speak aloud..."Are my blueberries, blue today?"
At last, it is blue and I had my first blueberry with some pieces of laici.
These laici were already pink for quite sometime but we didn't pick it. I thought to leave it on the tree to make it sweeter. But that was some wrong decisions. The bats come for supper every night. Well, we see some poo on the pouch near the tree. About 20 pieces are already taken. How do we know it is 20 pieces. My husband collect all the empty shell or skin every morning.
Then today, we decided to pick all the fruits and at the same time cut off some extended branches.
Those are my garden stories. I try to put all kind of stories here. I know some writers only write about books and the like. Tell me what kind of life is that?
Writers need to have every taste, every spicy things around them to write those experience first hand in their books.
I better stop before I get carried away. I can get quite emotional when I talk about books and writing.