What a surprise! I was out cleaning up the fenceline in the pastures with Ginger and Winter this evening and saw a bit of red down in the grass. At first I thought they were wild raspberries. Then I saw the black ones and the memories came flooding back of picking bucket-full after bucket-full of wild Washington blackberries with the family and eating blackberry jam sandwiches until blackberry was more of a drudgery than a delight (what a shame! And what an ungrateful kid was I to fail to recognize that blessing!)
Anyway, this pitiful little bowl was the full extent of the 'ripe' ones that we could find before it got dark (of course we had to eat some straight off the vine too, so there were actually a few more than this.) The good news is that there were quite a few more red ones on the bushes, so we should be able to go back and get some more in a few days. Strange that I have never seen these on our property before...maybe the wet spring weather of the previous few years has affected the growing season?
4 comments:
awesome find! I feel the same way about our Washington blackberry jam--I thought of it like oatmeal or something.
How fun! I remember the stained fingers from endless eating of them more than I remember the actual jam.
hmm lekker!
Oh I'm so jealous! They grew a lot in the country outskirts of College Station and I've been missing them this year! I'm so happy you found them to enjoy your last year in Texas.
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