Today would have been my Dad’s 90th birthday. I’m sure he would have had several appropriate jokes for the occasion—and some inappropriate ones, too. I miss the guy. I think of him just about every day. Happy birthday Pop.
I spent the whole morning on a quest for blackberries. I was fighting a strong headwind all the way up the bayou. This time it was hard work getting there. It was worth it. The berries are peaking out. This may be my last chance to get them. I actually weighed my haul this time and it came to 2.2 pounds. We’ve already had our berries and cream today. This batch was even better than the last. I was able to be more selective as I picked them, taking only the ripest ones. It’s neat to have a berry patch that no one else knows about.
I’m going to have to spend some time on the garden tomorrow. The weight of the tomato plants have bent my trellis. I need to prop things up an put up the bird net. We’ve got about 20 tomatoes that are about to ripen. Hopefully these will ripen properly.
Brother Lou is starting to wear out with his church work. He’s not home yet and it is 9 PM. He got back late yesterday and was tired this morning. I’m hoping he doesn’t make himself sick. ---- As I write, Lou arrives home and he has hurt his back. Gotta go.
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