Tuesday, August 02, 2005


I am sitting here with a blackberry stain on my shirt. We had a relaxing blackberry day. After seeing march of the penguins for the "low" Tuesday price and getting a new tube for my bike we went to pick blackberries. Our Canadian grandma says "Picking blackberries is a labor of love." This is true because the thorns leave the marks to prove you picked them.

We got to celebrate our friend Jason's b-day with him. His wife and another family that came to the party made blackberry cobbler. Definitely a blackberry day.

My mom would often take me and my brother and sister to pick blackberries a few times in the summer behind our church. She would make an amazing blackberry pie...which I hope to replicate.

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