STORIES FROM THE FARM
On Butternut Road
Blueberry Hill
Fragrance Notes: Berry Pie & A Picture Show
The year was 1956. I was thirteen years old, racing my sister, Rosie, to the top of Blueberry Hill. We had wings on our heels, flying to the peak, where blueberry bushes would absorb our daydreams, as we hand-picked their berries one-by-one...
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