“You ought to have seen what I saw on my way
To the village, through Mortenson’s pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!”
It’s good year for blueberries. My sister is bringing some berries from her garden today and some eggs from her chickens.
For lunch we are having a vegetables and pasta. The peppers, peas, beans, tomatoes, parsley, basil are all from my garden.
The tomatoes are the first of the season and fresh off the vine this morning. I held them in my hand and inhaled the aroma.
I love growing our own food.
Life is good.