A few days ago I posted about how my father had ordered blueberry bushes. He's 95, has outlived his doctor's estimation of his time left by several months, and will probably outlive his doctor at this point.
He called me last night to tell me that he's expecting his blueberry bushes to arrive any day. He ordered sixty, not thirty as I previously thought. How did I ever think he could bet by with a mere 30?
He's already got a forest of producing blueberry plants. How many blueberries does a man in assisted living need?
Actually, he's planting them for us. He has some property which we will inherit. He has decided who gets which part (though it is not deeded that way) and he's planting twenty blueberry bushes for each of us on the part he thinks we should have.
I will never eat a blueberry without thinking of him, regardless of where it came from.
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