picking berries with dorothy

let's go pick strawberries

my lovely

bride says to me

one bright morning.

she's pulling the curtains

back and

has a little straw basket

in her hand.

come on, up and at em.

there's a farm about

seventy five miles

from here, where we can

pick our own berries.

blue berries too.

i look at the basket and

the dress she has on.

she looks like dorothy

in the wizard of oz.

her hair is in pig tails.

where did you get that 

costume, i ask her, rubbing

my eyes from the sunlight.

it's not a costume, i got

this at the Nordstrom Rack.

oh.

so, get up, let's go

pick some strawberries.

it'll be fun.

doesn't safeway have strawberries?

i ask her.

i saw some in

little boxes the other day

in the produce section.

blueberries too.