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.
But 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.
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!