When I was in elementary school, I knew that it was REALLY summer right after school closed for the summer and my mom would let me stay up late on a weekday night and I could have Cheerios with blueberries as a late night snack. I mean cereal at NIGHT! With fresh blueberries!In those days I was drinking multiple glasses of whole milk every day [I was a growing boy after all] and I just loved pouring the milk over the "bluebs" and Cheerios and then covering everything with sugar [what we, in our household, now call "white death"]. The absolute best part of that was saving the last "blueb" to have with lots of sweetened milk at the bottom of the bowl.
Well, now it's Rice Dream instead of whole milk [Which I now think tastes much better] and there's no sugar on top and it's a bitch to save one blueberry to have at the end with just the milk.
But I do now know that it's SUMMER!! I finally had the chance to go out and pick some of our berries yesterday and had my first bowl of Cheerios with "bluebs" last night! AAAaaahhh, the simple pleasures of life!
I think we're going to have an unbelievable crop of berries this year; the rainy month of June and now the hot [FINALLY] summer days to plump 'em up! Anyone interested in buying more shares of General Mills?
Nat
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Gotta love those childhood memories that translate into adulthood as STILL GREAT!
How I knew it was spring: didn't have to wear an undershirt.
How I knew it was summer: no school (duh), and that feeling of pleasant lassitude that summer would last FOR EVAH -- time slowed down.
That was an experiment to see what would happen if I signed in with my Google account. You didn't get my name, but you did get a link to my blog.
As an occasional blog reader, I would recommend letting people do this, with or without their actual names. The blogs I read are a sort of community where people know each other by their blog names and are kind and supportive to each other (I don't bother with blogs that are nasty). If your other blog readers know me as Berrysmom, that's okay with me. Is it okay with you?
(Now I'm going to have to write some blog entries...)
Love, YOUR SISTER JUDY
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