What is there to say really? Walnut sized blackberries grown in the beautiful Iowa soil. No fertilizer, no strange chemicals, no hocus pocus....just beautiful black gold.
Our oldest is intrigued with picking them....our youngest is intrigued with gobbling them down before anyone has a chance to compete.
Our oldest is intrigued with picking them....our youngest is intrigued with gobbling them down before anyone has a chance to compete.
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