On Friday night, Danny and the kids and I went and picked some more blackberries. The blackberries that we picked were right next to a field planted with corn. Grace had her tricycle and she rode around on the dirt road while Owen wandered around. Danny brought leather gloves and some clippers to make it easier to get at some of the berries.
Owen kept walking up to the bushes and was picking blackberries and eating them.
Danny clipped a few bunches of berries and Owen was sitting on the ground eating them.
Then he started eating the red ones.
And then the green ones.
And then a dead one. We could hear it crunch.
It didn’t even seem to phase him. He didn’t even make a funny face. And I know they were sour. Some of the black ones are very sour…
After a while I looked over and he was sitting on the ground with a dead branch with dead berries and he was signing “more, more”.
It was such a sweet sight.
He was talking to himself.