Friday is trash day. They come early – usually before 7. It was raining Thursday night, and I was exhausted from doing Third Thursday, so I got up early to put the trash out this morning.
I was rewarded for my efforts.
Not because the trash was out of the house, but because as I was headed back inside it occurred to me to check the blackberry bushes. I didn’t expect them to have any ripe berries this early, but I was greeted with multiple plump, juicy blackberries.
Suddenly breakfast was taken care of. Although I didn’t have any cream in the house, I was able to make do with milk.
Considering how many times I planted blackberry bushes before I got them to grow, and the amount of care I’ve given them, and the fact that I got a few last year, I figure the cost per berry is now down to around $3.19.
Have I ever mentioned blackberries are my favorite fruit?
They always remind me of Mama, who would pick them fresh for me when I went to Kentucky at the end of June for a family reunion. They’d just be getting ripe and she would gather them and prepare them for me as a treat. I’ll never taste one sweeter than one picked by Mama.
They also remind me of a former boyfriend who, in one of his best moments during our five year relationship, went out of his way to bring me fresh blackberries because he remembered I mentioned I loved them.
Attention, men, that’s a clue – three things:
1. He listened.
2. He remembered.
3. He acted.
Okay… that’s it for me for tonight… I had planned to put up some photos of art work from last night’s Third Thursday, but it will have to wait for another night..