Red fields of blueberries

Roses can be yellow,

Blueberry fields blaze in red

Are colors only illusions in our heads.

Where I live, behind the setting of sparkling blue water and deep greens, hide miles, upon miles of blueberry Barrens, one of Maine’s main crops.

When the season starts, in early May, they are light green, but when it ends, in late August, they turn blazing red. Of course, for a while in the middle, true to their name they are dotted with tiny dark blue, almost purple blueberries.

A blueberry field in the fall looks like the face of the moon (as I imagine it looks) endless and flat. All shades of red intermingle, and an occasional meandering rock usually stuck in the middle, nature’s way to break the monotony.

It is an ancient glacial land, rocky and sandy. The early morning fog is rising from the ocean and rolls over it in as it does late at night. It adds to the eerie appearance.