Better late than never

Went blackberry picking today.


It’s kinda late in the season, even though it’s only August 24th. But the blackberries came on early this year, along with everything else in the Pacific Northwest. Usually you can still pick all the way through Labor Day weekend.

Not gonna happen this year.

Sure, there were plenty of branches like this:


But for every one of those, there were five like this:


Blackberry raisins anyone?

But then, every once in a while, I’d run across a bunch like this:



It took me about 40 minutes to pick 2 quarts full and I had to wander all the way along the edge of the clearing to find the good ones.


And I’d like to say that as I sit here in the nice shaded clearing and write this that I happily munch on berries. But, alas, about a month ago, I got violently ill after eating a bunch of blackberries, and now have an illogical fear of eating them off the vine. Oh, well, more for the bucket, eh? Who knows how long it would have taken me to pick enough had I been snacking on them along the way.

But it just wouldn’t be summer in the PNW without at least one fresh blackberry cobbler.

And THAT I think I can stomach.


“I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth.” Psalm 121


One thought on “Better late than never

  1. Vickie

    I absolutely adore blackberries! We went blackberry picking also and got enough to can six pints and three quarts of blackberry pie filling. Of course, that’s after we got a belly full of the fresh ones!



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