The Blueberry Woman of Route 9

Every Saturday morning in July, Martha Guidry set up a folding table at the end of her gravel driveway outside Houma, Louisiana. On it she placed quart containers of blueberries from the forty bushes her late husband Raymond had planted the year before his stroke. A hand-lettered sign read: "$4 a quart."

But Martha had a habit that drove her daughter crazy. She would fill each container to the brim, then press the berries down with her palm. She would shake the container side to side until the fruit settled, then pile more on top until blueberries tumbled over the edges.

"Mama, you're giving away half your profit," her daughter scolded.

Martha just smiled. "Baby, your daddy planted those bushes for sharing, not for hoarding."