It's our favorite time of year: berry picking season. I think that's more of Brooke and Meadow thing, but I'll go along with it. Meadow has been asking to go for weeks. I'm not sure how she knew about it since she hasn't gone since she was a wee little one. I made a giant breakfast before our adventure, plaintain and avocado toast, hash, eggs, cherries and strawberries. Lots and lots of blueberries as far as the eye can see. We went back to our go to berry picking farm, The Berry Patch. "Look a tiny one for me!" Meadow did an awesome job picking. She helped the whole time when she wasn't eating any. I complained and ate the whole time. We quit when the bucket was this high. Apparently we forgot that you pay by the bucket and not pint. We could have easily gotten another pint in there. As I was taking Meadow to the bathroom I noticed the raspberries looked really good. We decided at $5 a pint we would onl
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Maybe I'll move, too.
Your Bro.