I have one lonely, misshapen blueberry bush that grows in the yard beside our driveway. It probably got nearly uprooted in a storm and was allowed to grow at a 45-degree angle for years. When we bought the property I considered eliminating this pitiful little bush, but every spring it rewards us with delicious blueberries. First it is covered in tiny flowers, then clusters of green berries which gradually ripen to their dark blue state. The birds eat their fill and still leave plenty for us. They are best picked and eaten in the yard. The ones I freeze are not nearly as good as those eaten right off the bush.