Sat on Betsy & Dave's deck on an autumn afternoon.
The sun shone and the breeze blew through maple, popple, and pine on my left. Apple trees on my right. Like I was in an orchard. Blue sky, white cotton clouds.
We sipped green tea and nibbled on her blueberry muffins: crisp and sugary on the outside, warm and crumbly inside. Tart wild berries.
The sun shone and the breeze blew through maple, popple, and pine on my left. Apple trees on my right. Like I was in an orchard. Blue sky, white cotton clouds.
We sipped green tea and nibbled on her blueberry muffins: crisp and sugary on the outside, warm and crumbly inside. Tart wild berries.
