Blackberries

Whle mowing last weekend at the rock and squirrel ranch, I ran across a big patch of these right in front of the cabin. I've never noticed them in that particular area before, but as I looked around, they're everywhere! I'm guessing the early crop may have something to do with all the rain we've had the past number of weeks, but that's a guess: I'm not a blackberry expert, which I know Klietus may have a difficult time believing. Usually, the blackberries around here aren't ready for picking until the first part of July. Or, maybe I heard that somewhere along the way and just assumed the gal who wrote it knew what she was talking about. That information could have came from a guy, but since the guys already get more than enough credit in the "misinformation category", I thought I'd spread the wealth a little bit this morning. In any event, I'll have to check with "Almost Uncle Tom" and see what he thinks. I wonder if he'll be doing any black or blueberry picking this year on his Missouri river-bottom farm, or will he just leave that to the bluejays? That's a small sampling of the type things I wonder about.

Of late, I've done a poor job of keeping you posted, and will try to adjust that part of my behavior. Expect a Rocky Mountain Recap later today regarding a recent trip to Steamboat Springs with Victor and Ran'dell: two great old buddies from our days growing up in Rolla. Laughter seems to follow me around as it is, but I think I darn near busted a gut a few times while hanging out with those two Goomers and sharing new and old war stories, along with other ridiculous behavior. What a couple of originals they are!