U pick and Butt sliding
September 19th 2009 The air is ripe here. At times the smell of he sea is so thick that you would swear the fog hasn't lifted the blanket of billowy moister that crept in during the night. As I swing inland the aroma changes to sweet strawberry.
I desperately wanted a bowl of fresh fruit.
There seems to be a whole society in the lush and fertile valleys in California of folks who enjoy fresh fruit and vegg
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