Today I am grateful for neighbors who say, “The blueberries are ripe. Come and pick whenever you can.”
I see a cobbler in my future.
And I see four very happy kids in your future….
My gang wishes we were back in Maine this summer for more blueberry picking with you. Maybe next year!
Kate, we’re happy to have you all whenever you can come up! We miss you!
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