My daddy goes bonkers over blackberries. Every time the season approaches he becomes more alert to the ever ripening of the little berries. When we lived on the west coast we discovered that blackberries were like giants compared to their east coast cousins. This proved to be the best part of living there. Anytime, one could find blackberries growing in every crack or crevice. So, the other day in the park Jim found some bushes on the path up the hill from the parking lot and inside the park a bit further along. 'Look Ron blackberries' I heard as he dove into the thickets.
This goes out to ALL you blackberry lovers and I hope it finds you with blackberry juice all over your fingers....do enjoy!