One of my favorite things...
September 6, 2012
I love blackberry season. I know blackberry bushes are nothing new around here in Oregon, and that most people take great pains to keep them from growing out their ears, but I think these little black gems might be my favorite berry of them all.
Maybe it's because when I was a kid, I would build myself forts inside the blackberry bushes at my old house where the adults couldn't find me, and then I'd dig holes in the ground to collect the fruit so I could live outside and remain well fed all year long. Obviously it never rained in this magical world I'd created for myself. And there was no such thing as mold. Or thieving critters... I had an active imagination back then.
Anyway, I didn't get many blackberries last year (Matt and I were too busy gettin' hitched). Certainly not enough to make jam, so I've been trying to make up for lost time. Luckily, my dad and step-mom have tons of berries on their property, and I just so happen to be house-sitting for them this week, so Matt and I spent all afternoon yesterday picking berries down by the river.
Jake the dog came along with us to provide entertainment. I was a little surprised to discover that he likes blackberries almost as much as I do, but not surprised that his tummy is a little sad for it today. Poor dog.