I'm not talking about those hand held devices.
My secret blackberry patch is scheduled to be torn down this summer. I've known this for a couple years now and so two springs ago I had my husband dig me up some blackberry starts for our home. We planted five twelve inch tall canes and I watered the heck out of them for a month. Although one of the starts ended up dying, the four remaining starts grew three feet that summer.
Last year they bloomed and I got about six blackberries total, so I continued to harvest blackberries from my secret spot, only telling one person where they were.
Now my secret spot is in a not so private place. In fact, it is right next to a public sporting field where hundreds of spectators and athletes gather on most weekends. What amazes me is that so far none of them have noticed the blackberries or even bothered picking the blackberries some thirty feet behind them. So far.
Knock on wood.
Or perhaps they're just nervous about walking onto private property and picking the danged things. Me, not so much. I am pretty sure I can talk my way out of almost anything. Just ask that cop in Moab, Utah that let me off the hook even though I ran a stoplight and had no insurance a week before I got married.
Fine. He just felt badly because I was bawling. He still called me a crappy driver though.
Which my husband won't let me live down.
Back to the blackberries.
Last week I decided it was time to visit my secret spot of blackberries and see how they were doing since this year I got a profusion of flowers on my canes. So I set off with my kids and husband and sneaked around a big fence so the crowds wouldn't see what I was up to. There were blackberries everywhere!
In fact, I even found the first ripe blackberry of the season!
We braved the fireants and dug up nine more starts and transplanted them at our home. Blackberries, not fireants that is.
So far, one is half dead and that is only because I think my creepy porno neighbor stepped on it.
And in about two to three more weeks I'll be revisiting my spot and picking blackberries for the next year. They're about the only reason I'll get up at 6:30 am so I'll be ready to go as soon as my kids walk to school. It may seem like I value blackberry cobblers, blackberry jams, blackberry muffins and blackberry shakes more than I value my children's education, but then you'd be assuming too much.
In fact, you'd only be half right.