My mom has a blackberry. My boss has a blackberry. But I now have 650,000 of ‘em.
Or something like that.
Kate and I took Pecos to one of his favorite haunts this afternoon – a sunny wheat field that has since gone fallow, leaving in its place acres of high grass, clumps of dirt so brown they looks like coffee grounds, and twigs galore. This is Pecos’s turf. Ain’t no one gon’ mess with Pecos on his turf.
But before Pecos could gambol off into the sunset, Kate and I stumbled upon one of nature’s miracles: a merry prairie of blackberries.
OK, so that’s a little queer. But we were extremely happy to have found that Pecos’s playground is encircled by patches of blackberry bushes. (And not the digital ones that my mom and boss have). So, Kate and I did what any other ambitious hunter-and-gatherer would do: find an empty poop
bag and fill it with the delicious fruits. 
So, I don’t think we really gathered 650,000 of them. But we did get a bunch. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. Neither of us even stretched or bent down to reach one. And we only plucked for 15 minutes.
Anyway, we were excited. Or at least I was. Now if only I knew how to make jam….
6 comments:
I'm not so sure what I think about the "empty" poop bag. I am sure that you do NOT want a Blackberry of the digital varity for work. They never seem to stop ringing or buzzing.
will gladly trade an electronic blackberry for the fine bunch in the photo....ma:)
Show us the new apartment and all the new furniture.
Justin, Jam is very easy to make. You just dump the fruit in a pot and dump three times its weight in sugar on top of it and cook. But it hurts me to do that to the beautiful fruit, the reason I never make jam or eat it for that matter. I just feel that 10 pounds of sugar will not improve natures bounty. I hope they are still in season when I arrive, afterall I am a seasoned blackberry picker from the deep south where I had to battle rattlesnakes for the blackberries. Actually the snakes were there for the insects and the sun, not the berries. DCMOM
Justin, Jam is very easy to make. You just dump the fruit in a pot and dump three times its weight in sugar on top of it and cook. But it hurts me to do that to the beautiful fruit, the reason I never make jam or eat it for that matter. I just feel that 10 pounds of sugar will not improve natures bounty. I hope they are still in season when I arrive, afterall I am a seasoned blackberry picker from the deep south where I had to battle rattlesnakes for the blackberries. Actually the snakes were there for the insects and the sun, not the berries. DCMOM
Sorry about the duplication, this computer is lightning fast or I am paleolithic slow. DCMOM
Not true, Justin. She thinks that you are a slow reader! (just kidding) Antonio
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