Blackberries

Ahh..the wonder of the late summer blackberry.

Almost as big as my thumb, these beauties topped our ice cream, landed in our oatmeal, and were luscious in our scones.

BerriesBut ohh…the pain of picking the late summer blackberry!

It’s bad enough that it grows smack dab in the middle of the poison ivy at the edge of the ravine. But then you have the thorns – or should I say spikes?

Those bad boys are so nasty you almost need almost full-body gear for protection!

And of course – there’s the heat and humidity – making that full body gear almost unbearable.

So why do we bother?

Because the warm, sweet deliciousness of a freshly picked blackberry – that stains your hands, your tongue, even the kitchen counter – is just that good.

It makes that kerplink – kerplank – kerplunk in the bottom of the bucket music to our ears.

Some things in life are just worth the extra effort.

4 thoughts on “Blackberries

  1. Kerplink–kerplank–kerplunk. A quote from one of my favorite picture books. My kids mention that book every time we pick berries.

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  2. Yummies in your tummies!!! We had ice cream last night with butterfingers crushed in it—not quite the same as berries (nor as healthy). Enjoy your treats!!

    Have a great week!

    Love,
    Janie

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