The recording at the other end of the line at Braeutigam Orchards said the blackberries were ready. That was the main draw for me. I grew up with thick blackberry vines along the fence behind our house, and I can remember the cobblers still. The keeper of the wagon swore she wasn’t eating any. Their…
Category: local haunts
sunday morning (hobbling) in the garden
dad’s day
This past weekend we packed the family up and went out searching for some Father’s Day adventures. One of those adventures was a ZipLine excursion – and M and E geared up for it Saturday morning. After a quick test run to make sure everyone knew how to properly brake, how not to dislocate their…