"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way. . ."
You buy a pint of blueberries at the farmer’s market. Or, if your city backyard just happens to be overgrown with blueberries, you pick them yourself. Then you lie on your porch swing with a book and the pint of blueberries at your side. Reach in for a handful without looking and toss them into … Continue reading "You ought to have seen what I saw on my way. . ."