Write four lines of prose that have something to do with: once in a blue moon.
Today was my fifth wedding anniversary. Really, really doesn't feel like that long. Kat and I celebrated by picking blackberries together this morning (we're also planning on properly celebrating it by going out for dinner on Sunday night).
We didn't get very many pints, but we did just pick on Wednesday. They're definitely on the decline, but that's all right - we've got lots of nectarines and apples for tomorrow's market, along with peaches, tomatoes, cabbages, onions, garlic, and cucumbers.
I'm taking Rebecca with me again this week, so Kat and Max will be spending the morning with Sue around Osoyoos (I suspect a trip to the beach will be involved at some point). Then she'll begin the trek home to Calgary after lunch.
It's been nice having her here for a bit of a longer visit than usual, but unsurprisingly it still feels too short.
"Don't you think that this is getting a little dangerous?"
"Oh come on, you know we'll never get caught!"
"I don't know, with technology these days improving by leaps and bounds it seems like a good time for an objective discussion of-"
"It doesn't matter how powerful their telescopes are - humans will never look closely enough to realize that their precious moon turns blue whenever us smurfs gather for our picnic party on the moon."