When spring had sprung, I was delighted to find a small crop of what looked like blueberries. Well, they were the same shape as blueberries.
I hadn’t even noticed the blooms, but the leaves weren’t the same and they weren’t much of a bush, so I knew I wasn’t dealing with one of my favorite berries.
A brightening of color, and I knew I had June Berries, or serviceberries (Amelanchier). I dreamed of picking serviceberries… making serviceberry jam… enjoying a serviceberry shortcake. Well, you know what they say about making plans.
Evidently June Berries are favorites of robins. Either birds or some sort of greedy mammal had a field day when I was away for a few days, and I was only able to savor one lone Serviceberry.
Next June, meet me at the serviceberry patch. I’ll be the crazy lady with the bird netting and the tin pans trying to scare the birds away :)*** This personal blog is comprised solely of the opinions, views, projects, and travels of its author, Stacey Morgan Smith. She is lucky enough to have loving family and friends whom she drags along with her on her adventures and whom she puts to work on her little farm. She uses this blog to help promote living in the mountains of the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia, from Roanoke to the Potomac River.**