Candy Ben Does It Again, or, We Don't Deserve This
I need to mail Ben's great-uncle the longest, juice-stained thank you ever written. We picked free blueberries for a second time on an overcast morning punctuated by dark clouds and rainfall. Mopsy came along, and I brought my camera, so you get a few photos. I took them in a brief lull of picking and then returned to work immediately. Half a dozen buckets won't fill themselves, you know, even though half a dozen bellies seem to have no problem doing the same.
Zeke understands blueberry picking on a primal level. Eat, eat, EAT! Forget preserving any for the winter, Mama! I want to EAT.
3 comments :
kuplink, kuplank, kuplunk ;)
I see you've got the book memorized, too! (Good taste, that.)
Goldenrod, goldenrod! I love goldenrod!
ANNNNNnnddddd....
BLUEBERRIES!
hooray for more!
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