I went blueberry picking on Sunday with my dear friends Sherman and Matt. When some people say blueberry picking, they mean filling up a bowl with enough berries to make a pie or snack on for the week. When I say blueberry picking, I'm not messing around. We left with about 100 pounds of huge, ripe, mouth-watering fruits, my hatchback filled on all surfaces with boxes, our fingers stained and our bellies full….
Ah yes! In reality it's Mama who is right: tanks are perishable, pears are eternal
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