7/24/17

Blueberry picking.

I took Friday off, and Hugo and I headed out to the fields first thing in the morning before the heat of the day set in. When I was pregnant with him, I ate more blueberries than I care to admit, and I've seemingly passed on the craving. We are kindred spirits where fruit is concerned.

And so we picked, ate, carried our spoils home with us at the promise of cobbler.

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