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august01-smallWe came back to pouring rain and thunder. After the storm, in the mist, we picked lettuce, peas, radish and basil for dinner. And this morning, in the soggy, sunny, silent forest we picked blueberries for breakfast.

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  1. I miss wild blueberries. I miss driving to my special (and often inaccessible) blueberry patch. I miss scootching along the dwarfed vegetation in my specially designated “blueberry pants”, singing a made up blueberry song, both to thank the harvest and scare off the bears (because my singing IS scary!). I miss the smell of the tundra. I miss wild blueberries. Thank you for sharing yours ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. You’re welcome! I’m glad they reminded you of good memories ๐Ÿ™‚
      PS: Good point about singing. I should probably do some scary singing too ๐Ÿ˜‰

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