A funny memory came up the other day as I was thinking about making a blackberry cobbler. When I was little, but after nine because we had moved to Spring, Texas, we lived beside a ditch where blackberries grew wild along the edge. Us three kids job was to bring back as many fresh blackberries as our basket would hold. My older brother and sister would bring back baskets full of those beautiful purple delicacies, mine, not so much. But I'd bring back some. Upon going to the kitchen where Momma was waiting patiently for us she would look at their baskets, great job. Momma would look in my basket and my purple lined mouth and tongue and ask, is that all you could find? Looking up at her with my big brown eyes and traitorous mouth and tongue - YES, that's all I could find. Donny and Donna got them all. Looking down because I couldn't look her in the eye and lie. I'm a terrible liar. I usually just blurt out the truth. She would simply laugh and say maybe more next time, okay? Yes ma'am.
Today I am making blackberry cobbler in her honor.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY y'all!
