I spent as much of the morning of the Fourth as I could stand liberating plants from the tyranny of weeds. My reward: getting to pick a bowlful of blueberries that represents the bulk of this year's crop. It's still not a ton, but considering this is only the second year we've had them, and last year we had a total of three berries, it works for me. It's just enough to go over a bowl of homemade ice cream. It's not quite like childhood holiday picnics, since the Cuisinart did the cranking, but it's close enough.
Happy July 4th! Hope you and your gardens weather the heat.