Wear the jeans

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 What I would like to write about is how to understand the difficult things that God sometimes asks us to walk through, but I think that post will wait for another day.  Instead I will write to you about the delightful berries that grow on the meanest brambles you've ever seen.  I mean, I've tangled with rose bushes that had more mercy than these things.

I made some blackberry jam last night.  It was delicious.  Blackberries grow wild near Casa Bonita (almost) by the Sea so I picked some.  Yesterday I wore jeans.  Today, I wanted to make just one batch of syrup for pancakes, so I picked some more.  I didn't wear jeans today.  

I have contusions on both legs.  I got stung by a bee on my right ankle.  I look like I walked through a plate glass window.  Not that the legs were good looking to begin with, but now, I look like I need some medical attention.

And I have to go back out to pick two more cups so I can make the syrup.  

I don't know how many times they told us at work, wear your PPE.  Next time, I'll wear the jeans.

 

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