Description: Cooking, eating, and enjoying the fresh morsels of life.
Cooking, eating, and enjoying the fresh morsels of life.
A few years ago, I planted one lonely thornless blackberry twig in my backyard. I nursed it and took care of it. But then I ran over it with a lawnmower….then I nursed it again. And now, I have 20 feet of blackberry bushes lining one full side of my backyard fence. It is a race between me, the squirrels, and the birds to see who can nab the blackberries first.
There may have been a time or two that I have stood in my backyard, gorging myself on these fresh thumb-sized blackberries. I’m too excited about the harvest and will eat so many that there isn’t any left to bring inside! I stare at my purple soaked fingers and sort of feel bad that I haven’t shared any with my husband… so naturally I have to lie and tell him that the birds got them… ALL. yes.. All of them. right out of my hands. It was a tragedy. Crying, Thrashing. Feathers everywhere. I promise I tried.