Saturday, June 16, 2012

Friday Eyes: Berries & Boots

Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
John Greenleaf Whittier

Wild strawberries are ripening in the meadow,
and it's time to pick them (be sure to line your 
basket with leaves) and carry them home to tea.
                                                                        Gladys Taber

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