Thursday, May 14, 2020

Another day in Empire

Jilda and I walked down and picked blueberries this evening when the sun dipped below the tree line to the west. A cool breeze came up as I picked. I could smell the freshly mown grass from my neighbor's house up the road. 

It didn't take long to fill the small basket that Jilda carried. I ate more than I put into the basket.

Kodak, the blunder dog, could not imagine why we were so interested in those bushes. There were no bugs, butterflies, moles, voles, or squirrels in them. The look on his face seemed to be, "Why bother?"

After we picked, we headed back to the house but stopped at the stone benches near the deck.

We sat in silence for a long time. A mosquito as big as a quail landed on my knee. His life did not end well.

As we stood to go inside, I noticed the plant that Jilda's grandmother, Mamie, gave her when Carter was in the Whitehouse. I wish I remembered what she called it.


  1. Yet another precious moment to add to your overflowing memory banks.

  2. I am always amazed at families who can say, "That bush (flower, etc) was given us by Grandmother Jones."
    Imma thinking if the Hydrangea DIL gave us and I planted lives, we can say, "Corinne gave us that!"
    We walk by big patch of blackberries every day, they are small and green now. I can't imagine you guys harvesting blueberries already.
    Sherry & jack

  3. The color is wonderful. Perhaps the name is Rosalyn.

  4. Blue berries and flowers, how can life get much better than that. You are surrounded by beauty there.


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