Last night I made peach blueberry cobbler for a friend. When I came home tonight, there it was, sitting on the counter waiting for me. Last night it was warm. Tonight it was cold. I forget every year about seasonal fruit. Every year I scheme ways to mix blueberries with apples/peaches/nectarines/mango etc. because blueberries remind me of childhood when we picked them and the adults made pancakes with them. Bears love blueberries and huckleberries. You see purple scat on the hiking trails. Blueberries are modest and unassuming. And you can eat a whole pint on the way home from the store.
Then there are raspberries and salmonberries...
Tomorrow is the horrid 4th of July. The cats hide under the couch. The only good part is for several years, a baby is born on the 4th so I end up at a birth. I think the babies are curious about the noise and the 'ahhhh' sounds coming from their parents so they come out to see.
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I know someone who is waiting, hoping to have her baby before her C-section is scheduled next week. I will tell her about the 4th being baby day--maybe it will happen for her!
I had not a single baby today. I think it's because the weather here is still too crappy. Rainy and cold. As if babies care about that! Good luck to your friend.
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