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I saw clusters of ripe, juicy, sun-warmed blueberries practically falling off the bushes. I saw New Orleans way off in the distance like a mirage as we recrossed the causeway bridge, and clouds gathering in front of us and whitecaps on the lake. It's just one of those New Orleans summer days, so humid it rains just because the sky can't hold the water anymore.
I smelled purple blueberry juice dripping onto my fingers, sunscreen, bug spray, sweat.
I felt refreshed after a few hours in rural Louisiana, like I should be baking a blueberry pie for the country fair in an apron and a sun hat.
I tasted a fried catfish po-boy and sweet potato fries at a local restaurant in Folsom. I think they had to catch the catfish and grow the potatoes before we got served, but at least it was tasty and not a chain restaurant.
I heard WWOZ on the radio as soon as we crossed the lake and breeze blowing through open car windows instead of A/C. It's refreshing to drive with the windows open in the summer, so long as you don't get stuck in traffic.
I smelled purple blueberry juice dripping onto my fingers, sunscreen, bug spray, sweat.
I felt refreshed after a few hours in rural Louisiana, like I should be baking a blueberry pie for the country fair in an apron and a sun hat.
I tasted a fried catfish po-boy and sweet potato fries at a local restaurant in Folsom. I think they had to catch the catfish and grow the potatoes before we got served, but at least it was tasty and not a chain restaurant.
I heard WWOZ on the radio as soon as we crossed the lake and breeze blowing through open car windows instead of A/C. It's refreshing to drive with the windows open in the summer, so long as you don't get stuck in traffic.
