Hearing from an old friend I was reminding me of hunting season up the mountains.
I am sitting here hearing the wind occasionally and it’s reminding me a lot of going to the mountains with Pop and/or my dad as a kid growing up. My dad went more during the fall and winter for hunting plus at that time he wasn’t umpiring and my brothers weren’t playing baseball. One of the things that I remember so fondly is the first fall days like this which it would be cold and windy and the first snow flurries of the year which I’m sure they had today.
They were on sale so we picked up to boxes of blueberries when we were at the store last week. I just now got around to eating them and unlike most times they were sweet and had an awesome blueberry flavor. It brought back good memories of being a kid or even an adult going to eight bees and playing in the woods. When they were ripe I’d spend lots of times eating blue berries straight off the blueberry bushes.
I am having fond memories of going to 8 bees near Hazleton when I was growing up and even when I was older before I moved here.