SPT - Blue, Bleu, Baloo

We are living the life of Baloo this week and just taking care of the simple bare necessities.  Like picking blueberries.  We picked seven pounds today at $1.50 a pound.  We had blueberry wheat pancakes for supper.  Best I’ve ever had. 

This is the skyscape from Cali and Ray’s home.  On any given night you can see nine shades of bleu, even the evergreens are blue in the evening.  It is bleutiful.

Last year I showed Ray a beautiful hydrangea plant down by the Sound.  He remembered how much I liked it and gave me one for my birthday.  Today it is pink trimmed with blue.  Who knows what color it will be after I plant it at home.  

Cali and I passed three Scottish terriers trotting smartly next to their master on the jogging path.  By the time we’d turned around and jogged back past them the man was dragging all three dogs.  Another man walks ten steps ahead of his wife on the path.  They keep the exact same pace, but don’t walk together.  I have conjectured all kinds of possible scenarios about the situation.  The dogs, master, and couple all walk along the blue water.