Hot Blackberry Picking Days, and Rocks, and Snakes
By Sheila Bowyer Kline. It was a hot, humid, lazy kind of summer day….you know the kind when it is so dang hot you can fry an egg on a concrete sidewalk? Yeah, that hot. “Hot as blazes!” the old timers would say. But I reckon since we were living on our farm in the hills of Southern West […]
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