Blueberries off the bush
Why does it seem I have to go somewhere to be somewhere?
Blueberry-peach pie
Could be baking a pie. Cutting butter into the flour rinsing and nibbling
and
wanted to stay home in that square of sun.
Blueberries in a green raku bowl, cold and wet
Would I actually bake the pie?
Is the house clean enough? No, to many cat hairs, vac and dust first and
Blueberry scones, egg white crystallized with a small teaspoon of sugar
The lull of the morning will be gone when I get home.
Blueberries next to strawberries next to raspberries, chilled, sprinkle of lemon
A soft comfortable chair, me, a pie in the oven, a cleaner house.
Blueberry buttermilk cobbler with crusty golden crumbled on top, warm, nests in soften vanilla ice cream.
Porching a breeze, the sky changing in the minutes that you sit and
Blueberries, Ecuadorian chocolate and a glass of Argentina red...
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