After breakfast we decided to take a walk around the large yard that Paddy calls home. It was so pretty and green and there was one of northwestern Oregon's light, misty rains sprinkling on us. But that didn't stop us from exploring the huge blackberry patch to find the fruit that Jim had missed earlier. For once I had my fill of fresh blackberries.
Of course you have to fight the birds and deer for them. But that is part of the fun.
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Talking of blackberries (and that's a nice photo of some by the way!) ... before mum moved to be near us about 18 months ago she had a large garden that had blackberry brambles all along the side of the bottom part of her garden. My parents lived there for 20 years and during that time I never liked blackberries, but, guess what happened last year - for the first time in my life I had a craving for blackberries ... just because I couldn't get any for free I suppose! That's typical me! Awkward!! :-) Cindy
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