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Father's Day and The Blackberry Bush

Updated on August 7, 2016
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Sallie is a retired mother and grandmother who has written short stories for most of her life. Her stories are from her heart to yours.

On Father's Day, after dinner on the patio and tossing of the football, my adult kids discovered blackberries in a part of our yard where there didn't appear to be any blackberry bushes.

Further searching and we discovered the elusive bush. It was somewhat buried and tangled in an area where no one dares to venture otherwise known as the "twilight zone part of the yard".

Years ago one of our indoor cats, Emily, took advantage of an open door and decided to enjoy her long lost freedom and ended up in a groundhog hole that easily rivaled the rabbit hole in Alice In Wonderland.

She was found and rescued but after seeing that hole which I think could take someone on a journey to the center of the earth, we nicknamed and steered clear of "Area B" in our back yard.

The newly discovered blackberry bush, however, reminded all of us of a time, long ago when the kids were young.

There were blackberry bushes all over behind the condos where we lived and each June, all 4 kids would be armed with Happy Meal pails and off they would go to pick blackberries.

Not enough berries ever made it to the kitchen to become a pie or a cobbler. The temptation was too great to eat more than they put into their pails. I remember stained hands and lips and even clothes. My 4 would be country kids, would arrive on the patio hot and sweaty and what I remember most were their sweet, happy faces as they proudly showed me what was left from their efforts.

Somehow it didn't matter that there wouldn't be a blackberry cobbler for dessert those nights. And Kroger was right up the street.

Summer days are made for memories like this.

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