It's blackberry season on the farm
and the vines are loaded.
This morning while I watered the flower garden
and watched Cocoa finish her breakfast,
I picked blackberries.
Today, I think there is enough for a cobbler.
Maybe with a little fresh cream. ;)
I am the vine; you are the branches.
If you remain in me and I in you,
You will bear much fruit;
apart from me you can do nothing.