13 August 2010

Summertime

There are blueberries growing at the cottage. In the morning, I pull on my wellies, tramp out to the bush, and pick a handful to eat on my cereal.

Yesterday Steve and I went walking on a trail that follows the old railroad tracks. It crosses the swing bridge (a section of the bridge used to swing open to allow ships through) and continues down a dirt trail lined with apple trees and wild berries. I picked and ate the blackberries along the trail and they were so sweet.

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