Blueberry season
We are picking some blueberries every day. And there are always more out there. An abundance of blue.
I’m encountering so many orb weavers. I remember seeing one or two large ones every summer, but this year many more young ones. Maybe I”m sensitized to them. They are really hard to photograph, in their thicket of berries. Here you can see the “zipper” but not the web.
And after breakfast, I took an early walk to the shore before it got too hot. It was hot anyway by the time I got back. (By hot, I mean hot for here, which is in the 80’s.) There are not many places to sit and rest along this walk, but the top of this staircase down to the water works.
yes … 80s definitely count as “hot” … which is what we experience upon waking here in Central Texas … then the temperature inexorably climbs into the triple digits, which is scary hot … I scoff every time the weather people say ridiculous stuff like “today we cooled down from yesterday’s106 to 104 degrees” … seriously???
your blueberries are beauteous … I can only imagine how wonderful they must taste as I’ve only ever had the store-bought kind
In Connecticut, when we experienced over 100 degree heat for a day or two, I was incapacitated. (No air conditioning.) And also very uncomfortable in most buildings because the air conditioning always seemed to be cranked up. The blueberries do taste delicious. We pick a lot and freeze.