berry, oh berry
simple, honest, and sweet
juicy and black
not at all like a beet
you bathe in the sun
and you never burn
you fall from your stem
nothing asked in return
Sunday, August 23, 2009
berry
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berries,
breakfast,
culinary,
domestic,
food,
gardening,
home,
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too cool...........my girlfriend is denise...a food lover..www.goodhealthissues.blogspot.com
ReplyDeletewhat a cute poem! {p.s. thanks for the tips!}
ReplyDeleteDenise, thanks for stopping by my blog. Yes, we named one chick Stella because of the marking on her eyes. She turned out to be the smartest and sweetest of all, together with Nella.
ReplyDeleteI am in SF as well, just returned from a kayaking trip to Marshall and the Tomales Bay, what an amazing place. I will check out your sites now.
Great blog and website from the other side of the ocean:)
ReplyDeleteAdded to blogroll - love the photo!
ReplyDeleteCUTE!
ReplyDeleteSweet! I liked your photograph too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely photo! Thanks for dropping by my blog. The NPR segment is what inspired my post! And I'm glad to see another lover of icy plums. :)
ReplyDeleteI love this !!
ReplyDeletegives off a warm fuzzy feeling
melva
Thanks, everyone. Such sweet comments.
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