The last blueberries of the summer. They were definitely waning but we managed to pick enough for muffins, a cobbler, and to eat at lunch.
It is hard not to like a sunflower. My Aunt Eloise loved them so much that they became a symbol of her life.
The last blueberries of the summer. They were definitely waning but we managed to pick enough for muffins, a cobbler, and to eat at lunch.
It is hard not to like a sunflower. My Aunt Eloise loved them so much that they became a symbol of her life.
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