Last week we lost both Angela and Ciaran to the Dorsey's house for a few days. To fill in the lonely hours, we decided to go blueberry picking at our favorite place. It was nice to be outside, and spend some time together. We wound up with about 5lbs. of blueberries which have so far gone into homemade yogurt and blueberry-honey butter. Plans for muffins are in the works.
As we were getting back into the car, I noticed that we had parked right in front of a raspberry or blackberry (it was some kind of berry, anyway) bush. Taye and I helped ourselves for an extra special treat.
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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