I would be drooling over these berries. Heck, I'm not a bird and I am still drooling. Fresh from the rain. Ripe for the picking. Brilliant with color. We passed these on our bridge walk Thursday morning. Sweet!
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Your pictures are amazing!!
They are East Palatka Holly, right?
I sat home and brooded. Listened to sad songs by Moody Blues. Big mistake.
2 hours at the Oyster Bar, River Grille, helped tremendously!
WC
Jeanne,
I just wanted to see if I was smart enough to have a "real" name when I leave a comment.
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