Blackberries on one side of the fence. Blueberries on the other.
Here's the progress.
Tell me this is not the coolest!
Hey look! There's my farmer. He's the one responsible for my white picket fence.
Oh, and there's a baby coming too. But that's a post for a different day.
Lesson Learned: Nothing beats backyard blueberries. Except maybe watching three little babies enjoying them.