We discovered huckleberries in Montana and loved them. I had huckleberry jam every morning on toast and huckleberry sauce for our bison and I bought a jar of jam, which I have been enjoying with peanut butter since my return. I know the jam jar shows a strawberry, but in Buttercupland, as in life, it's often the thought that counts.
How to celebrate Huckleberry Day? It's the thought that counts. If you don't have huckleberries, have some strawberry jam, or grape jelly or just think sweet thoughts and know that your blog sisters around the world are pausing for sweet thoughts with you.
P.S. Thank you all for your thoughtful and dear notes on turning sixty. I will both seize and savor the time and treasure all of your kindness.