I wanted a shot of Liam walking his berries up to the garage to be counted. But I had to stop in the middle of shooting. "Don't swing a full basket, Liam!"
And here goes Phoebe with hers.
Classic! Look at his mouth, wide open. Ohhh! Dang!
Phoebe, of course, stopped to help him recover his fruit.
There was a little fellow at the cash register who was only too happy to ring us up. His mom had a terrible time keeping those fingers at bay. He wanted to punch all the keys at once, and he came at that little adding machine like a baby octopus. "I try! I try!" And she let him punch in our sale.
and beautiful blueberries, with the greenywhite promise of more to come. Ahh, Summer. Could you just linger awhile longer, spread out your gifts through the long dull winter?