My apartment is on the first floor. We have a small concrete patio that is bordered by bushes and a small tree. It’s very nice here — but I long for a place where my gardening isn’t confined to houseplants and where I can paint the walls something other than white.
In the spring, the tree produced beautiful whitish blossoms. I wondered what kind of tree it was. It almost looked like an apple tree… but something was off. In June, it began to produce fruit. Small clusters of yellow berries slowly turned red, and then turned blue. As soon as they started to show the first hint of blue, the birds descended.
“If the birds like the berries, they must be edible,” I said to my husband Andrew. “I wonder if they’re any good.”
“Pick some and see,” he replied.
After checking online to find out the name of the tempting fruit — juneberries! — I picked a few and shared them with Andrew. They looked like blueberries on the outside, resembled plums on the inside, and tasted like a mild form of pear or apple. They were very, very good.
I look forward to the day when I can plant my own juneberry tree in front of my own house. For now, I’ll plant juneberries on my blog.
(The design is still in flux. Bear with me.)
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