A Short-Cut to Blueberries

Well, it may have been a week ago, but some adventures have to be documented~

There haven’t been many times in her life that she’s gone harvesting her own fruit, but the few times she can remember have all been cherished. The time, place, people, and prize may change, but it always makes her feel like she’s part of some story. Not to sound trite, but sometimes even just being out of doors starts her mind whirring into interplanetary dimensions, through fae portals, and down todash turnpikes…

At any rate, the weather was fine for their outing; with berries so ripe they were falling of the branches at the slightest touch. Bursting with the flavor of the summer sun, many didn’t survive the trip from the branch to her bucket… they were… waylaid by quality control.

And quality is important when you plan to make blueberry pancakes, and personal-sized blueberry cobblers with ginger swirl cookies, and personal blueberry tarts…

One of the best parts of going, though, was being that crazy family people look at strangely and keep their distance from when they start hearing the cackling ;3




(pictures to come... eventually... maybe ><; )