Eating Blackberries.

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I had a good day. It was a clear, sunny day, not a wisp of cloudiness. This was a welcome thing after two weeks straight of rainy, gloomy, humid, stormy weather. I went to church this morning and felt so energized when I left that I decided to finally mow the grass (after all the rain, it really needed it). It was very hot and the sweat poured off me so heavily that when I finished mowing I looked like I’d taken a swim (TMI: I sweat a lot)

I swept my porch, decorated now with green plastic lawn chairs covered with blue and green striped cushions and my newly painted green wooden table that I found at a yard sale about 8 years ago. I sat at the table, feeling the hot sun, listening to the summer birds, smelling my freshly mown grass, my bare feet propped on the table, and eating a tub of fresh blackberries from the fresh fruit stand down the road.

There’s nothing like the taste of fat, juicy blackberries on a hot lazy day. They taste like summer and happiness.

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About luckyotter

This blog is my journal. I just choose to share it with the world instead of keeping everything inside my head. I'm a recovering Borderline and have also struggled with Avoidant Personality Disorder. I also have Complex PTSD due to having been the victim of narcissistic abuse for most of my life. I write mostly about narcissism, because I was the child of a narcissistic mother, and then married to a sociopathic malignant narcissist for 20 years. But there's a silver lining too. In some ways they taught me about myself. This blog is about all that. Not all my articles will be about NPD, BPD or other personality disorders or mental conditions. I pretty much write about whatever's on my mind at the moment. So there's something for everyone here. Blogging about stuff is crack for my soul. It's self therapy, and hopefully my insights and observations may help others too.
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7 Responses to Eating Blackberries.

  1. Wolfgirl says:

    Blackberries! I’m crazy about blackberries 🙂 There’s a patch of wild ones that grow right down the road from us; the people who own the yard don’t seem to care one way or the other about them, so we pick them, take them home, rinse them, and eat them!

    That sounds like a wonderful day. 🙂

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    • luckyotter says:

      I actually have blackberry bushes growing in the back of the yard, but thye are wild and you can never get any edible berries because (1) the birds get to them first, and (2) the few that the birds miss are way up high where you can’t reach them and there’s lots of thorns. So unfortunately the ones on the bushes I don’t eat.

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      • Wolfgirl says:

        Aw, that’s too bad 😦 I personally like wild ones better than cultivated; I think it’s because the only blackberries I ate as a young child were wild, so the cultivated ones kind of, um, surprised me. 😄

        But yes, there is a risk that something will happen to them before you can eat any!

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