May 24, 2013 § 3 Comments
We have blackberry bushes in the back pasture. Dave says that when he was a kid, his family harvested enough blackberries every summer to make blackberry jam and more than a few pies. This year, I’ve been eagerly waiting for blackberry picking season. I was excited when Dave came in from mowing the pasture, and announced that the berries were ready for picking. I selected a large bowl from the kitchen, worrying that it might not be big enough for the large harvest that I expected.
Half an hour later, I’d picked the bushes clean, and this is what I collected:
Yep, it’s barely a handful of berries. It not enough for a milkshake, let alone an entire pie. Evidently last year’s drought, partnered with Dave’s overenthusiastic mowing of the pasture has killed off most of our blackberry bushes. Maybe next year. Meanwhile, I’m off to the market to buy some store-bought blackberries to make a pie.