"Did these blueberries come from Aunt R's yard?" Mom asks.
"No, Mom, they came from my yard."
"Oh..." she groans "Ok, I'll have one."
So, the blueberries were from the wrong garden, and she ate just one.
Yup, Aunt R has been gone at least 26 years, but I guess her berries are still the best.
I guess the wrong berries can't jog happy blueberry memories.
I hope the staff enjoys snacking on them.