growing blueberries


My very own blueberry bush! I wanted a variety that stays on the small side but still produces plenty of nice-size fruit, and this ‘Patriot’ cultivar was perfect for that. I only have room for one, but i’m sure it will cross-pollinate with the native bushes growing in the woods out back.

Malec, Max, & Prom

This is my surprisingly lengthy one-shot about Max’s first prom. I tried so very hard to shorten it, but I just couldn’t stand to take any of the precious Malec out of it. So here’s all the fluffy Malec Family mess you could possibly stand. Enjoy, and welcome to hell.

Alec wasn’t one to boast. Really, he wasn’t one to brag or swagger or gloat. It wasn’t his style. But when it came to his family…

Alec was totally smug.

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stardew valley gothic.

you made it to this plot of overgrowth in the middle of the afternoon. the mayor and the carpenter you’ve just met seem kind enough and tell you to get some rest. inexplicably, you do. you were not tired, but it is morning now.

you arrived on a spring day. you woke up on the first day of spring.

the rooster’s crow wakes you every morning at six a.m. sharp. you do not own a rooster. nor does marnie, or any of your other neighbors. you try not to think about this.

people here are forgetful. they tell you the same stories over and over again. you smile and nod and never mention this to them. something compells you to stay silent. you do.

between the hours of two a.m. and six a.m. mayor lewis visits your farm. you do not know who he is selling your items to so late in the night or how the money ends up in your wallet the next morning. despite this, he never seems tired. one summer day he asks of you’re growing blueberries on your farm. you are. he should know.

the memory of your grandfather will never be seperated from your farm, but it seems to fade the further you travel away from his grave. he is there. he is waiting.

you fell asleep in your house. you woke up in your bed. you did not get a letter. you live alone.

there are monsters here. you are brave enough to fight but weak enough to lose. when you wake up you have lost your items, your memory, and something else. something indescribable. you feel empty.

you stare at your reflection in the mountain lake. your eyes are wide and unweilding. you never develop wrinkles around them. you do not know how long you have been here. it feels like centuries.

the people around you hault when you bite into your meal. they resume once you are finished. they do not look at you. they just move on.

you know the names and faces of everyone in town. you do not remember anyone from the city. they are gone, now.

abigail sits in the graveyard. she swallows the amethyst you gave her and walks home. she does not look at you.

you do not know who the old mariner is. he only appears in the rain.

the train never stops here, only passes through.

sometimes you wonder why you are so strong. you lived in the city your whole life but do not remember anything about it. you do not question it and put more stones in your backpack.

the bus route to calico desert is out of service. the bus route to the city no longer exists. you can never go back.

penny tells you she finds the rain on the roof of her trailer calming. you go inside one rainy day. you do not hear anything. she smiles at you. her eyes are like mirrors. she will not let you in.

you watch tv for hours every morning. it is still six a.m. when you turn it off.


EZRA DUDE!!!!!!!

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Tag gaaaame

I was tagged by @greenteaquadratini to do this one! I love these thank youu ❤️

Name: Hanna

Nickname: Sunny (my friend thought this was my legit name for MONTHS), Grey, Hanni and Hannibo ^^

Birth month: December, literally the last in my friend group to have my day of birth

Height: 170 cm (although my ID says 167?? Sounds fake but okay..)

Ethnicity: Swedish as fuck boi

Orientation: Bisexual💗💜💙

Fruit: My faves I guess?? Idk tbh like… Oranges and some specific blueberries that grow at my grandparents place they’re so good

Season: WINTERR ALL THE WAAAY! Like skiing and snow and just ❤️ (seasonal depression who? Pfff)

Books: Silmarillion by my man Tolkien, it’s good shit. Also perks of being a wallflower!

Flower: Jasmine and purple syren idk the English name and too lazy to check heh

Scent: Forest and flowers and snow (it’s has a scent it’s cold and I love it)

Animals: Doggos elephants and Dolphins have been with me my whole life

Beverages: Water, fanta and glögg, it’s the best

Hours of sleep: Varies like 4-8 depends on when I wanna go to sleep

Fictional characters: like… So many…

Number of blankets I sleep with: 1. Who sleeps with more than 1 <<< Nic fucking true

Dream trip: Paris!!! New Zealand and like Italy

Blog created: idfk like… 2012?? No clue

Follower count: I passed 200 like a few days ago and just gotta say thank y'all you’re the real mvps guys

I tag @perfectenthusiasttiger @fluffymazeangel @ofahattersmind and uh… @anyone who wants to hehe.


The season for blueberries used to be short. You’d find fresh berries in the store just during a couple of months in the middle of summer.

Now, though, it’s always blueberry season somewhere. Blueberry production is booming. The berries are grown in Florida, North Carolina, New Jersey, Michigan and the Pacific Northwest — not to mention the southern hemisphere.

But in any one location, the season is still short. And this means that workers follow the blueberry harvest, never staying in one place for long.

Blueberry farming has a long tradition in Bladen County, N.C., in the southeastern corner of the state. Chris Barnhill, the owner of Blueberry Hill Farms, showed me around his farm. He’s the fourth Barnhill to grow blueberries here.

A couple of hundred workers move slowly down the rows of bushes. Their fingers move quickly, stripping the bushes clean. “They pick by the pound, in buckets,” Barnhill explains. He gestures toward one of the worker. “She already has got six buckets.”

When the buckets are full, workers carry them to a collection station to be weighed. They get a little paper slip that they can turn in once a week for cash.

For Pickers, Blueberries Mean Easier Labor But More Upheaval

Photos: Morgan McCloy/NPR