midsummer nights and days in the homelands. it's poppy's bday week. the aim, like every sweet july, is to come back swimming in blueberries, but! rumor is that deer have eaten all of them. can you believe it? i anticipate a confirmation of that fact comin my way tonight and in the meantime, i'll hold out hope that figs have come in a week or two soon. cause i've been thinking up jam all week.