Mostly True Memoirs
When we left California, I was sad to leave my peach tree behind.
I knew I would miss the heavenly smell of the peach jam that I would prepare every summer.
However, blackberries grow very well here in Texas.
And who knew?
Blackberries are so much easier to work with than peaches because you don’t have to peel and pit them.
I feel a little bit Little House on the Prairie with all of this talk about blackberry jam.
Technically, I do live in a little house, and I do live on the prairie.
But I am very happy to say that I do not own a sunbonnet.
I wore my Dodgers cap and yoga pants to go berrying.
My clothes would have scandalized Laura’s Ma.
That makes me fabulous instead of dorky.
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