At some point in time, a bird left a little present for us in our side yard.
But it didn’t come to fruition until this year.
Because the bird’s present was a little seed disguised in poo.
The thing with seeds – in case you didn’t know - they tend to take awhile to grow into an actual plant…
And this bird must have REALLY enjoyed blackberries because there are about five different spots within a few feet where the bushes are growing.
So, now, every day after work I go out with Maddie and we pick blackberries.
I love them.
And Maddie likes to help.
Actually, she likes to nose her way through the underbrush like she’s discovering uncharted territory and then plop down next to me in the grass while I’m still busy plucking the fruit off the bushes because she’s gotten all hot and uncomfortable.
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