Come high summer the foliage that had become a deeper and stronger green was dotted with berries.
The task of picking the berries was a pleasant one, for it took up so much of the sunny day, ambling and chatting about nothing and everything.
The berries sat there in sunlight, reflecting the spectrum of reds to blues. They were a work of art conjured from such tiny seeds and each one born to become so sweet.
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