Summer Love

There are an infinite number of reasons to love summer.  My cause for bliss is the delicious fruit that grows here in Michigan, namely the blueberries. If there is such a thing as absolute perfection, this fruit is it. Plump, juicy, and sweet as can be. They are not too big, not too small. I bought the berries seen here at a roadside stand and every single one was just as delectable as the next.  I always have good intentions of baking a cobbler or a pan of muffins but the berries never seem to find their way into any recipes. They do, however, find their way directly into my stomach.  I love summer.