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It's blackberry season.
For those of you that have been to our house, you know that most of our property is surrounded by blackberry bushes. Normally Ben and I are not happy about this. We have tried to get rid of them- or at least cut them back.
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But this time of year we don't mind them. There's nothing sweeter than a ripe blackberry.
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