My favorite food is Huckleberries,
I’ve been told they grow only in
the wet northwest. They say
that those tender barriers would
never grow here in the arid desert.
Never turning down a challenge,
I thought I would give it a try.
Putting in a drip irrigation system,
I water my plants daily. Devising a
system of sprayers, I misted the
plants several times a day. I
constructed protective walls to keep
away the blistering afternoon sun.
Fertilizing the plants every other
week, they grew like weeds. Soon
blossoms appeared and clusters
of fruit filled the vines. The harvest
was more than abundant. Sorting
through bushel baskets full of
berries, I selected a pail full.
Following the recipe carefully, I
made a half-dozen Huckleberry
pies. I invited the doubters to join
me in enjoying the fruits of my labors.
Serving up generous portions, we
dived right in. Yuck! Those pies
tasted like sawdust.
