the only reason I would tolerate summer any longer
is because of these.
oh. yes.
bring on the blueberries.
i can't believe i didn't like these as a kid.
so glad dawson hasn't followed my example.
my aunt cynthia grows them.
oh my goodness. seriously.
so yummy.
and she shares them.
that's what makes them the best.
i tried to get dawson to open his hand.
to show me his blueberries.
this is as far as i got in coaxing him.
clutching those things for dear life.
"dawson, don't eat too many. slow down. that's enough."
pretty hard to convince him.
he's a sneaky one.
and i don't blame him.
how can you not just want to shove these in by the handful?
thanks, cynthia.
for everything.
the love.
the conversation.
the blueberries.
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