I was standing at my kitchen sink today and looked trough the crazy amount of pollen to our blackberry bushes covered with little white blossoms and got a little giddy inside! I love blackberries, maybe a little more than the normal person really should love any type of berry. Not just because I can eat them for every meal all summer long (let me repeat that for you Every. Meal. All. Summer. Long.) but because just one look at a blackberry takes me back to childhood, picking enough with my Great Granddad so my Grandma could make a cobbler. I could sit and look at this photo all day thinking back to the all the fun berry picking adventures my cousins and I had all those summers ago! I just wish I had photos of the pranks and shenanigans!
