Blueberry overload

This afternoon Sydney’s mom and I took Katherine blueberry picking.  To my great surprise, we actually picked a fair number of blueberries while Katherine entertained herself.  She ran the rows, carefully selected blue berries from the lower branches, and was astonished to find herself confronting apple trees when she reached the end of the field.  By the time we got home from picking at two different farms she was shaking her head when I offered blueberries (apparently there is an end to the appetite)–and her blue outfit was covered in blueberry essence.  A happy girl means a running girl, and a running girl means the occasional fall onto blueberry-covered ground.  I need a blueberry-colored outfit for her . . .


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