Them little blue berries!
Huckleberries? Blueberries?
Wild berries, in any case. And purely delicious.
Even if it is a bit of work to pick a handful.
A certain Meadow at the top of the mountain just now is full of them.
Leave some for the bears!
Watch out for snakes!
And give a cheer for Holley Cantine! as you pass by his field!
Does anyone else ever wonder why the Tibetans can't find it in their hearts to run some goats or some sheep in the Meadow -- and keep the brush whacked down a bit.
The McDaniels used to run cows there, after all.
Before long the Meadow will revert to forest.
It's well on the way.
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