Reblogging my sister’s post that she wrote for my dad on Father’s Day. Thanks, Patty! I love the memories she shared, beginning with picking blackberries, and the thoughts about my dad.
Blackberry pickin’ Heat and long sleeves Briars and chiggers And pure joy as fingers get pricked like a Sleeping Beauty And stained dark purple. The blackberries plop plop into aluminum pails. We fill them up for jelly, cobbler, But it’s the experience of being with you. My father, my dad Who nursed us when we […]