Blueberry wisdom

We drove to Michigan intending to pick blueberries and, despite the rain and the mud, we did it. Crawled in under the bird netting at our high school classmate’s house and picked — for about 10 minutes. Then, we caved to the mosquitoes. This morning, my smoothie was the most exquisite color of blue, well worth those sassy conditions.

No lesson here. Just a delight worth sharing.

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