Wild blackberries bring back many amazing memories for me...100 degree days in jeans and long-sleeved flannel shirts, junebugs, head-to-toe deet, and swollen fingers with black-stained briars....but that eventually gave way to tangy-sweet, warm cobbler, ice cream goodness that only my mom could perfect. Yes, it was definitely worth it!
These wild little gems were growing right in between the fence in our backyard....no deet or flannel shirts required! The boys really enjoyed picking the ripe ones and listening to me reminisce....well, they at least liked the berries :)
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