On our way to the farmers' market. Someone made a mess here.
It has been suggested to me that this was a green pine cone. I bet they were right. I've never seen a pine cone torn up like this before. It was a pretty good size before it was reduced to this state. It had to go over a tall fence, through our yard, and up on the gate, to get here from the nearest likely pine tree.
Blueberry buckle from Zingerman's Bakehouse. It's goooooooooooood.
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