Rita's breakfast post reminded me -- Many years ago when we lived in Baton Rouge...
It was June and peaches were in season. We drove north to Clinton, followed the signs, and reached a pick-your-own orchard. Beth and especially Paul were in heaven. Then baby Andrew wouldn't remember, and, alas, this was before Mary and Matt came along.
And there, between the rows of peach trees were blueberry bushes.
The picking went all too fast. When it came time to checkout the bill was a bit more than I had anticipated. But, the fun we all had made it worthwhile. Even more value came when we ate those peaches and blueberries. They were the best!
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