Annual blueberry picking

Annual blueberry picking

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

- Milan Kundera in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting 

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