Reminiscing: Picking Those Blackberries

A couple of weeks ago, I bemoaned the fact that I could not find any blackberries anymore. Thankfully there were a lot of suggestions about where I could find some, and a couple of phone calls from family friends who had some on their property. So, the last two weekends, we went berry picking.

Last Saturday, we took all four girls to a friend’s house who has acres and acres of land behind his house with trails running through it all. Along most of those trails, there were blackberry bushes burgeoning with the tasty treats. Of course, the kids complained that the thorns were too much for them. Meanwhile, Wendy and I pushed the thorns aside and made our way into the thickest part of the brambles. That’s where the best berries are often found.

Reminiscing: Picking Blackberries

Spring is a difficult time to write. Finally after a long winter, we can get outside and start to clean up what the snow has left behind. Because of that, I’ve been very remiss in getting stuff written for the blog. There’s just so much going on outside, and it’s been so nice, who wants to sit at a computer and write? However, after a weekend of spreading mulch, a story from when I was a kid popped into mind. That is the subject of this week’s Reminiscing.

These Old Walkin' Shoes: Let it Grow

With the nice, warm weather finally back, I started my normal morning walks before I go to work. The sounds and smells of spring are in full bloom around the neighborhood. Me, I’m thankful for the opportunity to get back out and walk a little. I used to hate going on walks, but I’ve learned to love it in the last year or so. I welcome all those sounds and smells. It means warmth.