Hello June!
So far, my dog has the stinkiest, most incurable ear infection in the history of basset hounds.
My stepdaughter is still sad, still pregnant and still estranged from arguably the most cowardly punk on the planet.
My stepson is still unemployed. (On a positive note, he is the happiest member of my household right now.)
And my van broke down.
As I stood in the driveway watching the tow truck drive away, I was muttering to myself. Food won’t fix this. Food won’t fix this. Food won’t…
As it turns out, I was wrong.
I glanced behind me to my lovely little garden spot where my husband has lovingly tended 6 blackberry bushes. And lookie what God gave me.
Maybe you don’t think this is a big deal. Maybe you attribute this to science and agriculture. But trust me when I tell you that as I ate that beautiful berry right off the vine, it sure felt like I was eating a miracle.
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