To quote a great British philosopher...and now for something completely different.
While I have had history tours on my brain the past few weeks (and have been writing about them the past few weeks) I'm thinking of other things, one of them being the fruit that is about to pop into our collective U.P. consciousness any day now--
Blueberries.
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about how I was a strawberry-holic, and my (if this is a word) holic-isms are not just limited to that fruit. Blueberries probably run a close second (or third; I'm still trying to decide where to stick cherries), but that's probably not too much of a surprise. After all, I was born in the U.P., where I seriously do believe that blueberries might be the official fruit of the peninsula.
At least, that's what I talked about on TV this week--
By the way, the crack in there I made about secret blueberry picking spots? That's not a crack. Just ask my dad.
8-)
Because blueberries are so high on my list I'm looking forward to the Blueberry Festival tomorrow. I have the day off, as does Loraine, so we (along with my mom, who comes every year) can just take our time strolling through very single thing blueberry-related and see how much we can eat.
And if that's not the definition of a great day, I don't know what is.
Hopefully, if you're in the area you'll get to check it out, as well. The rain is (finally) supposed to stop, so why not make a day of it. After all, if nothing else, you'll be paying homage to the official fruit of the U.P.
I mean, it must be official. Some dork on TV said so.
8-)
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As I mentioned, I have tomorrow off (corporate holiday) so there won't be a new one of these. I'll be back Monday with my review of the Blueberry Festival, the final results of my annual weird license plate count, and, I'm sure, more babbling about the “Happy Hour” tour I managed to avoid today (well, at least up until now).
Have a great weekend!
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