Needed a mind-clearer so I took youngest son and went to the cemetary to pick some perfectly ripe blackberries. Is it wrong to pick cemetary berries? No, they aren’t growing in enriched soil next to plots. Anyway, the berries were quite ripe and juicy. The bushes were loaded and in just a few minutes I filled my container.
Problem? Just the sharp thorns that jabbed me as I reached into the bushes to get that best berry. There is always a pain for every pleasure. Still, it was worth it. I had dominion over the thorns.
Tonight, ice cream and berries with a hint of real maple syrup over the top.
Musings on Faith and Psychology 
sounds delicious and it reminds me of picking blackberries at my great uncle’s house when I was a kid.
Jeff
indeed. the other type of blackberry – the electronic one – also has features of the fall… r