July 23, blueberries are coming out strong. 

We have a few wild blueberries in sight of the house, and loads of them less than a mile away.  C doesn’t like eating them, but was kind enough to pick.  What a lovely hour, spending time outdoors with my favorite person, hearing birds chirping, seeing views above treeline, tasting the berries, and smelling crushed Labrador Tea as we pick our way through the tundra.  Bliss.

I am rich!