“Technically,” he said as he grabbed a few blueberries and munched on them, “blueberries are not berries. But bananas are.”
“You have said it many times.”
“But just like these blueberries that I keep buying,” he held up one single unit of the tiny fruit and inspected in back and forth, “this knowledge has its own fun to think of.”
Sweet juices burst in warm mouth, the sun beating down on the group as they filled wicker baskets with summer’s bounty. A few small berries lay strewn at the bottom of his basket as most made their way into his mouth.
Berry squishes between my fingers. Pulling off the black raspberries gently to make sure they come easy so I know that they are ready.
“Technically,” he said as he grabbed a few blueberries and munched on them, “blueberries are not berries. But bananas are.”
“You have said it many times.”
“But just like these blueberries that I keep buying,” he held up one single unit of the tiny fruit and inspected in back and forth, “this knowledge has its own fun to think of.”
Sweet juices burst in warm mouth, the sun beating down on the group as they filled wicker baskets with summer’s bounty. A few small berries lay strewn at the bottom of his basket as most made their way into his mouth.