Our blackberries are ripe! We've spent most of our free time this week picking and picking. We've gotten two and a half gallons so far. There's jam cooking down on our stove and I'm thinking of trying a blackberry chutney ferment or something. And blackberry mead, of course.
The children and I thought of a nice picking rhyme:
Knick knack, berry black
sharp and curving thorn,
Let us pick and let us pass
And let not our clothes be torn.
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