1 minute reading time (101 words)

Blue Berry Monday

 Blue Berry Monday

Early morning at the farm

I choose each one with slow deliberation to savor the peacefulness

And notice that they are not quite round as I indulge in one

It tastes like Maine

The sound of a child's laughter as her mother calls

"Come, my love, it's a beautiful day to pick berries"

Somehow those words bring tears that spill into my bucket and I pause to wipe them away

And yet, my heart is full listening as birds exalt in song

There is content among the vines

Yes, it is the perfect day to pick berries.




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