Scrumptious blueberries
Crunchy cereal cold milk
Bowlful of summer
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Sounds delicious – pity you can only eat breakfast once a day.
Right, though I sometimes have spinach feta omelets for supper.
Says who?
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My favourite breakfast!
And the blueberries are the best of the summer so far.
Top of the morning! Although it is the next afternoon. 😀
I enjoyed all of poetry I read here today, and your new Gravatar is very neat!!!
Thanks, Resa. She is a cut paper design of Matisse’s Creole Dancer that was on some wrapping paper my son gave me.
Ahh, very nice, indeed!
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I had my first summer blueberries last night, in from Michigan. Yummy, and nothing like the frozen ones
My blueberries are from Michigan, too. And the best I’ve had all summer. First they came from Carolina, then New Jersey and now Michigan. I don’t go for frozen ones either.
Funny how we crave for certain foods in certain seasons – I’m happy with porridge for most of the year but then in summer I crave cornflakes with cold milk 🙂
Yes. I crave grapefruit in the winter. Often with an over-easy fried egg on toast.
Sounds like summer to me.
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