This is how we got settled into NH. We checked the yard for blueberries, raspberries, and black raspberries - which the yard was full of last year. Yes, yes, and yes. It was so nice to wander around the yard and nibble (constantly) for the whole week. It was not so nice to constantly eat the "roasted blueberries" gage kept making for me. He thought they would taste like blueberry pie but they tasted like hot smokey blueberries. Yuck.
