Áfonya az Őrségből - Áfonya az Őrségből

On August 3, 2020, in Felsőszölnök, before we turned towards Kétvölgy, we checked on the macadam road - going on a steep gravel catchment between deep walls, do they really sell blueberries from local producers. A car had just come down, but we saw movement in the window of the ruined but solar-powered house. To our interest, a lovely woman stepped out the door, from whom we learned that we were late. During July, they harvest blueberries and are only left to cook jam, so they still have to pick a lot. And we would have tasted it, the kids' favorite ... Well, if we wait a bit, we can still accompany it to the new plantation, which was planted about 4 years ago. It turned out that they had moved here from the neighboring valley with them. It is also protected with a net against hail and birds flying in from the side. Similarly prized apple and pear orchards were seen on the Austrian side yesterday. Surely what is real is not machine-made! On the northern slope, bushes about a meter high lined the tops of heaps of sour farmland, in beautiful rows, with drip irrigation on which the ever-ripening grains hung in ash curls. We could eat, we could take pleasure. We also got boxes. Plus, they weren’t even allowed to pay in the end! They are now trying to continue harvesting the rest, even before the bigger rain arrives, so that the last year’s grains don’t rot. We got into a conversation about the lack of iron grapes (here there is little sunshine and the same diseases of grapes and blueberries). Well, I’m saying today that it’s special when someone pays so much attention to another. Oh, it's easy to find more of these families around here, he said. We didn't even have to move! That's how our day started ...