Blackberries start out as a white flower.
Then they turn into green berries, and then red berries and then, finally, blackberries.
Every day I go out with a huge bowl to pick the ripe ones.
Every day there are tons and tons of red berries and green berries and white flowers waiting their turn.
Is this ever going to end?
This year’s new growth, which will produce next year’s fruit, is already bigger than the established plants.
I’m afraid I’ve created a monster.
I am remembering the apple tree scene from The Wizard of Oz.
I hope my blackberries don’t rise up against me like those apple trees did.
I’ll keep the pruning shears handy just in case.