remembering a very good day picking blueberries in august

One of my children is so sweet, so diligent and helpful. The other one is a three year old. Perfectly delightful on her own terms (as seems to be the way). We couldn't have picked a more gorgeous time to visit family in Olympia, or a day more perfect for my Aunt to take us blueberry picking. Of course each of us consumed mouthfuls but the smallest of us perhaps the most of all in the shortest amount of time.

And as it goes it wasn't too long Leilani tired of picking eating blueberries and wanted to go home. After all her usual complaints: I'm hungry (ha!), I'm sleepy, I need the toilet (and so forth), she focused her boredom on making ephemeral art. It isn't any wonder her favourite book for the next week was Blueberries for Sal, over and over and over again.