I went deep into the woods for blackberries, fighting briars every step and finally gave up. There just weren’t enough ripe berries to make it worthwhile. I had discovered this patch at least a year ago. It is difficult to get to. I am afraid I might miss this crop. We are going away in less than a week. I will check the blackberry patches once more just before we go. I gobbled up the few berries I picked. I might not get that pie I was hoping my wife would make. Oh well.
Tags: blackberries, blackberry patch, blackberry pie, briars, ripe berries, wife, woods
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It must be the height of the wild raspberry season. I just picked another bowlful. I won’t pick any more. I will let other creatures (and others) pick the remainder. Lynelle all ready baked two pies–one we froze. They are a real treat and the bushes are walking distance. Maybe my other will bake another pie and we will give this one away. The season is so short. The wild blackberry season is next–a few more weeks. During one season near the end I discovered a patch deep in the woods hard to get to. There are so many briars. I will have all the blackberries I want if I fight my way through all the thorns. Something else to look forward to–my wife’s blackberry pies. Another treat. Soon to come.
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