It's that time of the summer when the blueberries are starting to ripen on the bushes.
So, off we went to pick some at Louise's cranberry bog. It's a slow process blueberry pickin' - it seems that for every few berries that go in the bucket, an equal number or greater go directly into my mouth!
I tried to enlist the aid of the owner's trusty dog, Wiley, to guard the bucket but,........
.... he didn't like the berries himself and, he did not seem inclined to keep my hand out of the bucket either. Oh well.
And there was a 1960's peace-loving-hippie type along for the berry-pickin', too. Where did you get that shirt?
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