i have blueberry bushes i dream about . how is it that i have been to busy to pick the ripen fruit.
the birds have been feasting and so has the deer and maybe a black bear will come soon. that is grace she is dog in case you were wondering. she is playing underneath the tall cedars, i dream about them too.
sometimes i walk along our forest line, wildflowers emerge, unedified berries hang from trees, bugs eat what they like and make no secret of it. wild blackberries ripen their location have been noted to memory. on this day as we gather blueberries, a colour palette starts to form, deep purples, blues, mauves and greens, oh the greens when looking through tem they can make mid afternoon look like the darkest of hours.
there was happiness, i can tell by these photographs i had found a minute or two of peace.
how are you dear friends, is the summer what you had hoped....
* that is baba recently named by elle & dylan, a peking duck he is our largest and softest.