Memories of thorns;
the scratches were well worth the
fresh picked blackberries.
Summers at grandpa’s
meant picking blackberries and
mom baking cobbler.
"Memories of thorns" - I like that. In my neck of the woods, we picked raspberries and blueberries (Hammonton, NJ - Blueberry Capital of the World). Blackberries do grow wild in the pinelands but they're not very good. And Blueberry Muffins were a big deal for us.
Loved the second one and ,PLEASE post moms recipe for blackberry cobbler!Good news here is we planted thornless blackberries sothe misery factor went away. I'm up!
Lovely. Out our way, we're getting inundated with blueberries.
Good afternoon Pam,Mmm Blackberries, beats the heck out of cutting okra. The main harvest at my grandfather's.I have no pictures up today.So mean and scrappyCrabs of blue with meat so sweetThe fruits of the baySome hungry Mite hasEaten its way through my beansThe whole crop lost Help
Oh!! What a refreshing theme fer these dawg days of summer!!Lovin' yore thorny memories--an yes PLEASE post cobbler recipe. late, late, I know--but Aunty posted her Visual Haiku at http://ethercapacious.blogspot.com
Buzzy: I am totally addicted to raspberries this year. I wonder if they would grow in these parts. I seriously can't get enough of them.Fishy: I will have a look and see if that recipe survived. Seems like she just did a Bisquick crust maybe ... will post it if I can find it!Moi: I don't think I have ever seen blueberries growing around here. Must investigate.Karl: BLUE CRABS!!!! Now that I could go for ... a bucket of those dumped on a table .... yummmmmmmm.Auntie: Just been over to your page .. did you decide to create a new identity?
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