Every Tuesday night, Sean and I have
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Now it’d be easy for me to say that this evening went off without a hitch. How we found a lovely blackberry patch, I took some pretty pictures, and it was the most magical evening ever. This is one of the problems with social media – people only ever post the beautiful and perfect things in life. Our blackberry picking experience was far from perfect and that’s what makes the story so much better.
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The first thing that happened still haunts me as I write this. I wanted to grab my camera for this blog post so I started back towards the truck. As I’m walking alongside the ditch, I saw something move underneath my foot so I did what anyone would do: scream bloody murder and jump three feet in the air. I looked down to where I had stepped and to my horror, a black snake was slithering there. I’m terrified of snakes if you haven’t picked up on that by now. Sean tried to run it over (sorry Peta) but I think it got away.
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These next two photos below are lovely illustrations of how the rest of the berry picking went. I’d start walking and my shirt would get caught on the blackberry thorns or I’d try taking a cute smiling photo and bugs would dive bomb my face.
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But even though the snake, the thorns, and the bugs made their unexpected appearances that night, we had so much fun together. Because when you have good company, you don’t focus on the unexpected parts. Instead, you laugh for five minutes at that hilarious shirt photo.
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Too bad it wasn’t too great. I would be freaking out over that black snake too, I hate snakes. Everything from bloggers is expected to be super perfect, but I like you keep it realistic with posts like this.
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