As I drove to the blueberry patch this morning, gray clouds rolled across the sky in variegated layers ranging from iron and slate gray to mouse gray, smoke gray, neutral gray, and finally soft off-white. Between these tumbling giants, patches of blue sky occasionally shone through. A partial rainbow rose above trees in the west before mysteriously fading before it reached the apex of its arch.
I met my daughter and five grand-girls at the patch, and we headed toward heavy-laden bushes in high spirits with buckets in hand: hi-ho, hi-ho, it’s off to work we go. We must have been among the first to harvest this particular area; entire clusters of flawless, ripe berries rolled easily into our hands. The navy blue orbs were large, juicy, and perfect.
Pacing clouds moved in, then away, then back again. A couple of short-lived sprays of misty rain
only added to our adventure. Berry
bushes made very good houses in the rain!
After enthusiastically picking more than enough, we headed
back to the main building to weigh our little indigo globes. Inside were thick slabs of fudge displayed
behind glass in a dozen different flavors!
Samples for all, please!
It was a good day for an escapade, an exceptional day to harvest
the wealth of the land and treasure togetherness in the process.
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