Estival Warm Pick Berry
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——————来自被英语逼疯之后又被地理逼疯的苦逼的我
Sweet,wild berries plucked from roadside patches are a delifhtful side benefit of camping.Each summer, Francis and Arthur would send the Alferd and Matthew off with their little metal buckests and the next day they would all enjoy the fruits of their labor:raspberry pancakes turned on the grill or firm blackberries to dot a hot cooked-on-the-campfirc peanut butter sandwich.
The Alfred and Matthew looked forward to picking.They could usually find just about angthing,from blueberries in early summer to raspberries and blackberries in august.Evety year——except one.
"There's nothing around here to pick!"five-year-old Alfred complained,poking a stick into the dying fire one late summer eveing.
The season had been too dry;what few blackberries were left on the bushes were hard as marbles.
"Yeah.I looked all over."added Matthew."Wish there was something."
That night,after the they were zipped into their sleeping sacks and Francis was sure they weren't awake,he handed Arthur a big of large marshmallows and he grabbed a bag of the miniatures.
"Get the lantern and follw me."he said,"We're going to make a memory."
"What?"Arthur looked puzzled.
Francis told him about the Alf their campfire conversation and Arthur grinned,"Let's go!"
The next moring over pancakes,Arthur said,"Alf,I think you're going to have something to pick today."
"Really?"Alfred 's eyes shone."What?"
"What?"echoned Matthew.
"Marshmallows."Francis said,as thought he'd said it every summer."Last night Arthur and I walked down toward the lake and it looks as though they're just about ready to pick.It's a good thing we're here now. They only come out one day a year."
matthew looked skeptical,and Alferd giggled."You're silly,Fran.Marshmallows come in bags from the store."
Arthur shrugged."So do blackberries,but you've picked those,haven'tyou?Somebody just puts them in bags."
"Sir,is thar true?"Matthew asked.
Francis was very bus turning pancakea."Guess you'll just have to go find out for yourself,"he answered.
"Okay!"
They were off in a flurry,little metal buskets reflecting the morning sun.
"You nut."Arthur said to Francis,laughing."It won't work."
"Be a believer,"Francis answered.
Minutes later our two excited children rushed into the clearing.
"look!I got some that were just babies!"Matthew held up a miniature.
"I picked the big ones!"said Alferd."Boy,I want to cook one!Light the fire,Arthur,quick!"
"All right,all right,settle down."Arthur winked at Francis."They won't spoil."He lit some small sticks while the kida ran fof their hot dog folks.
"Mine will be better because they're so large,dicted Alfred.Matthew shrugged,mashing two little ones on his fork.
They waited for the culinary verdict.
"Wow!"Alferd'e eyes rounded with surprise."These are sure better than those old ones in the bags!"He reached for anther."These are so good!"
"Of course,"Arthur said,"These are really fresh!"
Matthew looked puzzled."How come all those marshmallow bushes don't have the same kinds of leaves?"
"Just different mat,that's all,"Francis replied quickly."Llke flowers."
"Oh."Matthew licked his fingers,seemingly satisfied with Francis answer.Then,studying the next marshmallow before he popped it into his mouth,he looked up with the sweetest smile and said softly,"We're so lucky that they bloomed today!"
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