In an area of our neighborhood where I walk the dogs, there are blackberry vines poking through a fence.
I usually pick off one and eat it as we pass by. Yesterday I got smart and brought a little bag with me.
But, there are a lot more berries on the other side of the fence... out of reach.
So I went to the house where the berries were growing to ask the owners if they were going to pick them. A young boy (13-14 y/o) came out. He was babysitting his siblings. He said "Who are you?!" I explained that I lived up the street and asked if they were going to pick the blackberries. "Oh, yeah. We pick them" he said. Sure they do. As I left I heard him knocking on his door. His siblings locked him out of the house.
I had a good chuckle over that.
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
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I have always loved blackberries. Stopping by to say Hi from the blog hop. Come visit sometime, tea is cold and no shoes are required. Kathy B. http://www.southernmadeintheshade.blogspot.com New follower
ReplyDeleteFrom Austin TX.