Gone. The last of the blueberries.

Up early to sit Zazen then scoff down a bowl of yoghurt and fresh blueberries. Dusted with cinnamon of course. I’m no heathen. Next. Off for supplies to complete the new raised-bed veggie garden. Three large steel tubs replacing the old railway sleeper concoction that was invaded by tree roots (I finally discovered) and sucked dry of nutrients producing a meagre crop. Then. Resuscitate the worm farm that has been just hanging in there over winter. Wormcicles are a thing it seems. Plan. Nothing fancy. Tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, beans, perhaps capsicum and garlic. I wish I could grow blueberries.