Just what would make my daughters don long sleeves, jeans and boots in the 100 degree heat and tropical humidity of an Iowa summer?
What would make them venture out on the four-wheeler through hay fields, over trails and into the ravines where ticks and poison ivy are rampant?
In one word – blackberries!
Luscious, sweet wild blackberries.
Last year we found the mother lode patch at the edge of the hay field and down into the ravine.
We’ve been anxiously watching them all summer long.
They are finally starting to ripen and Dagmar and Angel Girl have ventured out every other evening to pick until they get so hot their glasses steam over.
Fresh blackberry scones, blackberry pie, blackberries on ice cream, blackberries syrup on pancakes … <happy sigh>
Some things are just worth the extra effort!