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I grew up eating wild Oregon blackberries, picked straight from the brambles. During my middle school years, we lived in a house that sat on about half an acre of land and had multiple fruit trees and loads of blackberry bushes. Those bushes were hugely thorny and picking the berries required long pants and sleeves and a willingness to sacrifice a bit of skin in order to come away with buckets of gorgeous fruit.
Seeing this berry makes me think of those days picking fruit. I've never been able to find anyplace on the east coast where wild blackberries thrive the way they do all over the Pacific Northwest.
Thanks Jill for adding your picture to the pool and giving me the chance to take a short blackberry-inspired jaunt through my memories.
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8-05-2008 @10:00AM Alex Falk said... Either your hand is super small, or that blackberry is gigantic.
I have never seen a blackberry that monstrously huge!
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8-05-2008 @11:24AM David said... My blackberry memories consists of my grandmother coming to a screeching halt whenever she saw a fence row of wild blackberries. We kids piled out of the car and filled the old cottage cheese containers she kept in the trunk. Very buggy work. We eventually learned to ties rags soaked in turpentine around our ankles to keep the chiggers away. This mixed smell of paint thinner and berries is scent from my youth.
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8-06-2008 @7:02AM Carol Ane Woodard said... A NY State Park along Lake Ontario has an abundance of blackberries.
We were chasing a bird into some briars and discovered treasure!
We grabbed all the kids and bunches of bags, and ended up with eight quarts of berries. I think my husband made 4 blackberry pies.
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8-05-2008 @11:17PM eli said... I too grew up in Oregon and i miss those fun summers as a kid picking blackberries now that i live in california. thanks for bringing up some great memories!
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8-25-2008 @4:44PM Joy Overstreet said... It's definitely blackberry season! I just wrote about my addiction to picking these plump purple perfections on my blog 365pwords.
But yours is wierdly outsized.
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8-26-2008 @10:16PM Jill said... I just now, finally, got around to catching up on a few weeks worth of posts in my Google Reader and I noticed that picture of the blackberry! That's the blackberry that I popped right into my mouth after I snapped the photo. And it was mighty tasty. :)
This summer I've been especially obsessed with blackberries and I'm glad the picture gave you warm and fuzzy feelings of nostalgia.
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