Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Berry, berry blue

I think it's safe to say I've picked my blueberry quota for the year. Once I started reaching my hands into the bushes and grabbing those shiny blue-black marbles, I found I couldn't stop until the bucket was full. The sun was climbing, and it felt good on my shoulders. There were birds singing and wildflowers waving in the breeze. There were so many reasons to stay and pick a little more, a little more, until I was lugging 30 pounds of blueberries down to the check-out.


I think it's safe to say I'll be making me some jam!


katherine mary said...

I love imagining you as part of a musical at this point. Sitting in the blueberry field singing a song with a bird on your shoulder harmonizing. heehee. <3

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