Thursday, July 23, 2015

Picking blueberries with Uncle Bill in 1967.

Honestly, this is one of my fondest childhood memories.  It was a hot summer day in Maine and the blueberries were ready to be picked.  When I pass a blueberry field now, I simply remember this day and smile.
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  1. BeckieJuly 23, 2015 at 5:37 AM

    It's strawberries, for me. I used to go with my grandfather. Lovely days, indeed.

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