Last year, I boasted that I would have a dozen blueberries. And I did have a dozen blueberries....a dozen green blueberries. They never made it to blue; something ate them. I gave up the notion of ever having blueberries and decided to let the blueberry bush that has scraped out its worthless existence live out whatever few cursed seasons it had left rather than my heartlessly yanking it out.
This year I have two, blue blueberries. I am so astounded by this that the blueberries are sitting in a small bowl in my refrigerator and a few times every day I open the fridge and just look at them in a quiet sort of triumph.
Benevolent Negligent Gardening. Apparently that's how I roll.