Summer Nights

We drove out to The Sextant on the Columbia  to split a sandwich and a salad for supper; hadn't been out to eat that late in ages, I mean the sun was going down as we drove home, unheard of for me.
I usually do a few puzzles with my morning coffee and the Extra shows my Wordle guesses: turns out the two words exactly describe the morning: I was Awake and Awash in blueberries. We just couldn't get them all put up yesterday, so finished the job this morning - except for those in the refrig that are destined to get cooked and strained for juice.