Blueberries drop the delicate bell of their flower to reveal a tiny star. If I didn’t know they were flowers I hardly think I could call them that, more like balloons. Tiny and firm as buttons the petal-less flower remains. Watching strawberries has taught me to expect the fruit to burst out of the center of the blossom, but this small stamp will remain on the front of each. Round blue bellies pregnant with the seeds of life and kissed with a star.