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July 2, 2015

Blackberries

Filed under: Uncategorized — theresaurus @ 11:38 pm

This is my favorite garden.  Every year I enjoy watching the blackberries grow.

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And there’s a watermelon too.

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4 Comments »

  1. Does the owner pick the blackberries?

    Comment by Anne — July 3, 2015 @ 1:21 pm

    • I’m not sure. Sometimes they’re picked and sometimes left there. Most of the old people’s gardens around there are neat and tidy, but this old man’s plot of land is a mess, all overgrown and wild. That’s why I like it. It’s funny because he used to be the only one with blackberries but he evidently started a trend because I’ve seen three other places with berries this year. I have a bad case of berry envy, I’m berry, berry jealous.

      Comment by theresaurus — July 3, 2015 @ 11:33 pm

      • Maybe ask the old man if you can pick the berries (at least the ones from outside).
        It’s such a pity if they are left there.

        We used to live an a village where they had a garden like that, but with a “fence” of small black grapes bushes instead of blackberries. I was allowed to pick them and it took several days to pick all the kilos! They were so sweet!
        Nice memories.

        Comment by Anne — July 6, 2015 @ 5:32 am

      • I rarely see the old guy — I know he’s there when his little white pick-up truck is parked inside. Anyway, I’m too shy to ask. I was going to go over there today and maybe steal one berry but it’s raining and also I ate cheese and have a stomachache. Too dangerous to go out in case of an unexpected mudslide.

        Comment by theresaurus — July 8, 2015 @ 8:18 am


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