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I love wild blueberries because they bring back fond memories. The summer I turned 9 my family sailed through Georgian Bay on an HR 28. One day we went ashore and my sisters Penny & Carolyn helped me pick blueberries. That night while at anchor on the boat, we had blueberries for dessert. The next morning we put the blueberries in our pancakes. Now, almost 40 years later, every time I have blueberries I still think of that day.

Who knew that the cottages watching us back then, during the day and at night while the water lapped at our hull, were some of the same cottages Penny would write about years later in Cottage Life magazine. Who knows, maybe the above patch of blueberries, pictured at Penny's cottage, were carried over by a bee from where we once sailed.