A MORNING OF A DAY OFF IN THE LIFE

With a basket, out very early this cool morning face-barging my way through spiderwebs constructed since my previous visit to the blueberries to get what's left of the last of them before the pheasants do, on my way through the garden I noticed a lot of ripe tomatoes flashing "PICK ME" in an irresistible bright-red neon tomato font and right away thought where have all the monkeys gone as I stopped and plucked all the round redness then went on and picked the fat purple blueberries and put them on top of the tomatoes, but didn’t consider that mindevent sequence the least bit strange until I later sat down to eat the new blueberries in the morning sun while I looked at the basket of freshly picked tomatoes in the new light and wondered once again about the monkeys when it dawned on me like the sun on the night how different the taste of fresh blueberries is from going to the office...