Weeding the garden this morning, I found that the bushes in our backyard have started producing again. They aren’t ripe for the picking yet, so I sent Slobo and the kids out again to our favorite vacant lot down the street. The lot slopes sharply down after the first 10 ft. We had picked that front section a couple of weeks ago, but he was able to get about 3 cups worth of good berries anyway. Tommorrow he has promised to go back and attempt the slope.
Maybe I should get some no exam life insurance for him before he attempts it and falls into the briar patch. Just kidding, I’ll send him with a machete instead.

Now that I’ve got my canner, I’m eyeballing every growing plant within a few miles. Sick, isn’t it? Don’t answer that!