tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post6932394374958495948..comments2024-03-10T05:18:37.521-04:00Comments on Stories From A Starry Sky: Don't Trample the Raspberry BramblesTeresa Cypherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-37224130332149161052013-07-06T17:42:03.846-04:002013-07-06T17:42:03.846-04:00Oh, Carol, so sad. They did things differently in ...Oh, Carol, so sad. They did things differently in those days. I could tell you a story, but I'm not sure I'm ready to share it. It probably would be cathartic for me, but I'm not yet there. Suffice to say, I understand your pain... It's horrible, the memories that can haunt lonely winter evenings. A big hug to you...Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-4939177844993510452013-07-06T17:34:40.078-04:002013-07-06T17:34:40.078-04:00Life is so full of things we don't yet know. O...Life is so full of things we don't yet know. One thing I'm becoming certain of: one lifetime is not enough. ;-) Yes, it is raspberry season. :-) Blackberries will come in about two to three weeks. :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-13047048128974328222013-07-06T17:33:17.767-04:002013-07-06T17:33:17.767-04:00Haha! Makes us so appreciate the thorn-less side o...Haha! Makes us so appreciate the thorn-less side of them, huh? ;-) Thanks for visiting, Jen! :-) Glad you're back :-)Teresa Cypherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08940430996766842518noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-56414951241571080402013-07-06T12:19:22.925-04:002013-07-06T12:19:22.925-04:00Isn't it funny how the good things always have...Isn't it funny how the good things always have thorns? Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10204165708189660644noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-71988294634290694902013-07-05T16:30:04.445-04:002013-07-05T16:30:04.445-04:00Blackberries were a favorite of my son and my moth...Blackberries were a favorite of my son and my mother. They formed quite a bond picking black raspberries. When we first moved to the farm, the creek which ran through it, had rolling small hills, covered with blackberries. But then the county went through, leveled the banks, killing the blackberries, letting the farmers with their chemicals farm right up to the edge of the creek. It destroyed part of what I loved about the farm for after I had finished my chores, I would sit under a tree along the babbling creek, reading a book with my dog beside me. My father killed "the bitch" (no spaying in those days) and the county killed the creek. The best part of my childhood was gone.Red Wing citizenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09523025896051457839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696914224277711875.post-72020929016677268752013-07-05T12:46:33.685-04:002013-07-05T12:46:33.685-04:00Interesting, I did not know that about those dang ...Interesting, I did not know that about those dang thorny brambles. My cousin was just asking about going berry picking since she just moved back from Vegas last year after 30 odd years. Is it berry picking time yet? Love your stories my dear!marsyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03673749082187132277noreply@blogger.com