This weekend, Mr. Handsome and I visited a local berry farm. We went to pick fresh blueberries because they are in peak season here in Nashville, but we ended up getting a few blackberries and even some strawberries. The season has ended for strawberries, but there were a few stragglers left on the plants, and they were delicious.
Mr. Handsome is a very serious blueberry picker. I lackadaisically walk down the rows and choose the best berries, knowing that others will come along a few days later to pick the “leftovers” once they have grown a little larger. He, on the other hand, positions himself in front of a particular plant and doesn’t move on until he has picked every single blueberry.
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