Berries
Karen WeHunt Harden | wharden1950@gmail.com
We knew it was going to be very hot soon when we saw the wild blackberry bushes in full bloom. We looked forward to cobblers with homemade churned vanilla ice cream.
The last time I went blackberry picking, I was ten years old. I put on long pants and a light-weight long-sleeved shirt. I pulled on Daddy’s heavy high rubber boots with metal clasps on each side determined not to cry anymore over blackberry thorns.
I grabbed my bucket and headed out with my neighbors. Before we arrived at our favorite spot to pick, Randy slowly asked, “You know, don’t you, snakes like blackberries?” I quickly said, “I didn’t know that!” I turned around and ran home, leaving him with his little sister, Elizabeth, to pick my share too.
Note: Snakes hide from predators and ambush prey in blackberry bushes.
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Author: Tracy Sanders
