Who would have ever thought that this mess of sticker bushes near our driveway:
Would contain these sweet treats?
Personally, I am not a fan of blackberries. I think it dates back to my childhood when my mom would make us pick them on our property in Illinois. It would be 90 degrees outside and we’d have to wear jeans and long sleeved shirts to go hiking back in the woods where there were thousands of bugs and poison ivy plants.
All so she could have a few blackberries on her Cherrios in the morning.
Sure, I have issues. So?
I found out this week that my husband and daughter like blackberries too. What’s a woman to do? Well, I dug out a pair of blue jeans and laced up my Ropers. I set out with Stafford (to protect me from snakes!) and picked a bowl of berries just for them.
Ah…the things we do for love!
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How cool to have all that in your very own yard, wow!
How cool is that?????? When we got to Sheridan last week, the first thing we did was stop to see Deb. Then the 4 of us went out into her woods and picked blackberries! :) They were WONDERFUL. I took a whole bucket full over to Thompson’s and we were eating gobs of them on ice cream for the next few days.
I remember those childhood blackberry picking days in the blazing sun too! Did our parents really think that was fun for us? Or was it just a way to get us out of the house and out of their hair? Just wondering!