Pick’n Blackberries
This evening as Lee climbed the ladder to pick cherries, I found myself looking for something that would occupy Abi’s attention and keep her from climbing the two ladders we had under the cherry tree.
Then it hit me … Would she be willing to pick blackberries with me?
Grabbing her green bucket, I brought her over to where the berries are ready to be picked beside the barn.
It took her a minute, but as she watched me she picked up on the fact that we were suppose to pick the berries that were black and leave those that were red.
She lived by this thought and rule up until we ran out of black ones to pick.
Then it was time to go in before all the reds had disappeared and were gone.
