We have a bunch of old blackberry vines on our place and i love it.  When I was growing up back in Virginia we had a big old blackberry patch and one of my jobs every year was to get in there and pick them blackberries.  So that’s what I did.  I’d get on some long sleeves and get in there.  Well now, here we are 40 plus years removed from when I picked blackberries and now, it’s Moriah that’s loving to pick them.  While my paw paw said for me not to eat so many, mainly because granny was making jam, we let Moriah just have her fill.  She loves them too.  It’s cute when she get a hold of a not so ripe one, she makes a face, shouts “wheew, sour”, then continues on picking and eating.  She’s three, and there’s nothing that will teach a three year old about good eye/hand coordination like blackberry briers.  But hey, no pain, no gain, right?  So it’s blackberry season and know that right now every afternoon we are out on our little patch, picking and eating those sun kissed warm blackberries, and thanking God for such blessings.

Fletch