A blackberry cobbler

My father grew up on a farm in West Texas, and he was always a farmer.

Wherever we lived, he had a garden, and my brothers and I spent many summers preparing tomatoes to be canned and green beans to be frozen for the winter. We even pulled weeds.

I did not inherit the gene for gardening. I love tomatoes right out of the garden and flowers of all kinds and colors, but gardening has not been on the top of my list of things to do.

However, I have changed my mind. I spent a splendid day recently helping my daughter Mary Elizabeth prepare a bed for her blackberry plants. It was so much fun to spend a spring day outside—working! And, it was so much fun spending the day with my daughter.

I’m planning to be Mary Elizabeth’s assistant gardener again, and I’m planning to eat a blackberry cobbler made from blackberries from my daughter’s garden before the end of the summer.

–Joy

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