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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