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‘blue’berry fields in autumn

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This time of the year, the only thing ‘blue’ about our blueberry fields is the blue sky above them.  The fields themselves are a blanket of scarlet and orange.

These are a few scenes of the October blueberry fields in south-west New Brunswick…

 

legacy

~

remaining in the room

a well-used blanket

red with two black stripes

inexpensive facsimile of

~

a white

three-beaver blanket

stripes red, yellow, green

~

a blue sky

two vapor contrails

~

the yellow double line

on an asphalt road

~

a band of stars

across a light-starved sky

~

a red leather book

with black ribbons

mark passages for giving

thanks:

       look down from heaven

       upon the fields, now white

       unto the harvest

~

a crimson blueberry field

in October, draped across bones

of the landscape

double tracks leading away

over the horizon  

~

© Jane Tims 2011

Written by jane tims

October 21, 2011 at 6:39 am

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  1. Oh how we hated blueberry picking. All we did was play and fill our mouths while mom and dad filled buckets. I guess we liked the desserts. Not sure about dads blueberry wine.

    Now-a-days blueberries are good for you and we have a big industry led by Oxford foods who is an international player in the industry.

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    Stan

    October 21, 2011 at 7:17 am

    • Hi Stan. I actually like picking berries. I’m just not as good at it as my parents. I agree the results are delicious!!! Jane

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      jane tims

      October 22, 2011 at 6:38 am

  2. Beautiful, beautiful!

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    Ellen Grace Olinger

    October 21, 2011 at 7:17 am


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