MY First Blackberry!

Not the THE first blackberry on the bushes. 

It’s the first blackberry I've been able to eat. My husband, and all of his ten green fingers, takes care of our garden. Whenever, I go out to help—okay, I’ll be honest, to watch him work—I notice the blackberries are always missing from the bush.

When I’d ask what happened to all the berries, he replies, “Stupid birds.”

Birds, nothing! It was his green thumbs that picked those berries, and his lying tongue that ate ‘em.

But now that he’s on a business trip, the blackberries are all mine. 

Muahahaha