One of the (many) great days of our summer was this one. When we went with our friends up in Portland out to a farm where you can pick your own berries, and Mabel and her small friend picked and picked like anything, and came away out of the field each with about three berries in her carton because, just like in Blueberries for Sal, nearly every berry they picked went straight into their mouths.
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