I was not familiar with the term "a lug of blueberries" until I moved to Ann Arbor. It is my favorite July gift.

Corinna Borden | Contributor

Picked blueberries at my grandparents' farm in Massachusetts Protected from birds and deer who might get the notion That succulent blueberries were good to eat

Because I certainly thought so.

Blueberries are perfect, A different color to be sure, But round, tart, and unusual. My favorite is blueberries just pure

Or with heavy cream and sugar on top.

I moved to Michigan five years ago in the summer And was faced with a strange and wondrous sight. What in the world is a lug? A lug of blueberries, almost gave me a fright

But not really.

A five-pound box of blueberries, What riches, what wealth! What a glorious opportunity for decadence And indulgence without stealth

So I started buying.

Last year I ate 15 lugs of berries Which is conservatively quite a few They are so handy, so pop-able, so easy So round and ready and blue!

A perfect summer treat.

Blueberry lugs have arrived again, To my joy and delight The only question remaining - will I pass last year's record, This year I just might.

How do you like your Michigan blueberries?

Corinna volunteers with the Westside Farmers Market and wrote a book about many things.