In case you were wondering, the blackberries are ripe, delicious, and ready for the picking! On Tuesday, the dogs and I went down to the river with Edith in tow and spent a couple of hours wandering around. I think Edith ate her weight in blackberries! Buster and Leilanni didn’t partake, but I was reminded of a wonderful Boxer dog we had, Buddy, now deceased, who would graze the bushes in the Summertime, picking blackberries with his lips. I miss that boy. On a separate note, Edith has been insisting on wearing this fleece “Minnie” hat constantly lately (in 95+ degree heat). The sweatier her little head gets, the happier she is 😉 We wanted to bring some blackberries home for Daddy but we didn’t have a pail. Oh well, next time!