Fresh blackberries, handpicked from the fence rows of my friend's house. The bushes run along the borders of her thirty acres, and they are dripping with wild blackberries right now. With the help of her and her two young sons (and a dog that kept eating out of my bucket), I picked about two gallons of them Saturday night. I'm thinkin' scones, a cobbler and maybe a little jam. Some of these are headed for the freezer, so I can whip out a juicy little reminder of summer during the winter months.
The best part? I came home from pickin' without any chigger bites. Can I get an amen on THAT?