A hot morning out in the blueberry patch, picking a gallon of berries with Barbara. Now, what to make? Preserves? Another pie? Muffins? all of the above? Or the supreme summer-morning breakfast: a big handful of blueberries over a bowl of Grape-Nuts. Mmmm.
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Nice necklace, my blueberry goddess.
Why, thank you. It's Afghan agate, I'm told. My fiancee sent it to me, and I think of her every time I put it around my neck. And I wish she was here for blueberry pancakes and blueberry muffins, and real cream in her coffee.
Oh, me too.
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