We picked blueberries, raspberries, and aurora berries at G-Ma and Papa's house. For every one berry that went into the basket, 3 or 4 went into our bellies. We realize that isn't mathematically possible, but that's why our Mama and G-Ma helped us.
Hunting for the best ones. |
Think she likes blueberries? |
I think they taste better from G-Ma's carton. |
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