I suppose the blueberries are ripe on the bush.
I suppose I should take myself up the road...
and fill my empty cartons.
Sun blisters and boils, humidity blankets...
Cicadas sing the chorus of languid summer.
I suppose...
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Summer is full of lazy supposes, isn't it? I love the line "Cicadas sing the chorus of languid summer". Beautiful poem and photo, too, MG~!
Oh, I hear you! The heat makes anything outside unappealling! It's not that hot up here, but when it does get here, I'm inside!
I can feel your day as sure as being there.
would that we could swap some of our rain for your sunny heat. Our berries are not doing well!
deb meyers
I miss the cicada chorus. I know, don't laugh, because I know their song is the very representation of the heat.
I'm enjoying hearing it on this trip. But I'm NOT gonna pick any berries. :-)
Simple, pretty post.
I suppose you should sit on a covered porch and sip a lemonade! Pick the berries after the sun goes down...
here from SS post ~great color and crop
Very nice. Thanks for sharing this at Shutter Sisters.
We don't even have the heat crisis and I'm still trying to convince myself to go out and pick some strawberries with the kids.
Why don't I? They love it, we end up with fabulous berries and a cupboard full of jam. Somehow, it always seems like a lot of work in my head. Hmmm. I think I've just realized how lazy I truly am!
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