John's friend Candy Ben is pretty awesome. He's been nothing but kind and gracious to our family since I first met him, and the latest in a string of gifts was a repeat invitation to pick in his great-uncle's berry patch. It's a huge, family patch perched in the wind and sun on top of a green hill, with long rows of bushes hanging heavy with berries.
We drove home with buckets brimful, and thanks to Ben's thoughtfulness, his great-uncle's generosity, and my berry-plucking family, we were able to put up many quarts for the winter.
There was even space leftover to snitch a few.
Candy Ben just has to be sweet with a name like that.
ReplyDeleteI am curious though- how come you can accept HIS berries but not OUR breakfast. Hmmmmm?
If you change your name to "Candy Rebecca," I'll reconsider the breakfast proposal. :) (It's all in a name.)
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