They were hard won, though. By the pricking of my thumbs...
I ended up making a sort of cobbler with them, and ate some warm with cream drizzled on top. Oh, luxurious summer!
Delicious looking berries.I remember picking berries most of my childhood up to just a few years ago when I moved to Florida. My problem was I never had enough to make anything with them. I'd eat them all while picking them: huckleberries, blackberries, teaberries, etc.
I did eat quite a few, too! Some were so ripe they were really too soft to carry home without damage, so they had to be eaten on the spot. A tragedy, really. Delicious, delicious tragedy.
Those berries look great. Glad you enjoyed them. Growing up, our next door neighbor was a very old, frail lady who had outlived all her family. Her backyard was mostly a huge blackberry and raspberry patch that had naturalized over the decades. My friends and I mowed the grass, raked leaves and shoveled her out in the winter. In exchange, we got full run of the berry patch and an occasional quarter. (Big money to kids in 1960.) I doubt any of the berries ever made it to our homes.I still get a warm feeling that small acts of help from her neighbors allowed her to live out her life in the house she had always known and loved. A nice memory inspired by blackberries.Jeff The Bear
I love free berry season. Most of the bike lanes and many other public places are just loaded this time of year.
I like your stories, Jeff! Thanks for that. (Heh...and one of these days I should write a post about a very different lady who my brothers used to do chores for, and who also paid the occasional quarter...which didn't go as far in the 90s!)I'm hoping to get to other parts of the trail near the music festival in Rainier this weekend, maybe get enough to freeze a few.
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