Promise of the Flowers

I took a long afternoon walk today after a short

spring shower. I came across these blackberry

vines in full bloom. There used to be lots of these

across the back of our pasture. When my daughter

was small, we would walk to the back with buckets,

and pick the berries. There are countless thorns on

the vines, so you had to be careful. But we would

always manage at least part of one bucket before we

gave in. My husband loves blackberry cobbler, and

always told me how his grandmother used to make it

all the time. His grandfather would put it in a mayonnaise

jar and take it with him. I still make him some from time

to time, without the jar, and he still loves it.

I am almost finished with the pen and ink drawing. Will post

the final results soon.

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