When we moved in 5 years ago, we brought a blueberry bush from Michigan.
This very sad shrub sat on our deck in Michigan for 3 months. Then, it lived at my mom’s for a month or so while we waited to close on the house.
Then, it sat on our deck for another 9 months.
In all, it was neglected and forgotten for a little over a year.
Yet, still it survived. So…we planted it along with a few more in our new fedge.
None of the blueberries did well that first year, or every year after for that matter. In fact, we didn’t even know we still had blueberries until we started removing cages from the fedge.
We were certain that the cages were just protecting dead plants, so when we pulled them and saw live plants with actual tiny blueberries on them, we were amazed.
We ended up pulling three bedraggled but very much alive blueberry plants from the fedge. We potted them up and fed them acidic fertilizer and now we’ve only to wait to see if they will finally produce to their full potential.
I’m hoping that placing them next to the thriving one I bought at a bargain will encourage them to grow.
Tired, worn out but not beaten
Forgive my neglect