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Showing posts from June, 2009

Blackberries and Church

Throughout the history of the world, mankind has been forced to come to grips with some undeniable and often uncomfortable truths. One such revelation is this: grass needs cut. I’m no weirdo, but I like mowing the yard. There is something liberating about walking several miles while pushing a loud machine, smelling the neighbor’s barbecue, twisting your ankle in giant holes and dodging trees and/or small children. I like my yard and I spend a lot of time on upkeep. One day I hope it looks like that dudes yard on the Scott’s Turf Builder commercial. And I don’t mind taking 4 or 5 hours of my Saturday to make it happen. In fact, I kind of love it.

But if you are looking out from the patio door, all the way in the back right hand corner of our land is a part I kind of hate. There is a contraption back there used to grow my blackberries and in front of that whole system are 2 apple trees (that’s right, the ones from last time), and in front of those is a giant fire pit where I burn stuff. …