Our next door neighbor has blueberry and raspberry bushes which he shares with the entire neighborhood every year. Alex across the street called him "the blueberry man" for the longest time (and for all I know he still does). Every year he catches us outside and lets us know when they are ready, and will repeatedly ask through the weeks if we have been over to pick some. The boys love it, and have been over several times this week alone. Luis has started taking them while I cook lunch, and they bring back a yummy snack to compliment the meal.
John Greenleaf Whittier BLESSINGS on thee, little man, Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy: Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!
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