It is finally here, Blackberry season. I love picking blackberries. I don't think there is anything more peaceful, except for bike riding.
My family owns some land, well a lot of land, and many wild blackberries grow there. We pick in a cow pasture that has many steep hills.(the same hills we sled down in the winter) It's quite a task trying to avoid the cows, the 5 ft tall thistles, and falling down the hills.
My mom and I go out almost every morning in late July and pick. However today we went in the afternoon. That was a mistake.
In the morning it is cool with few bugs and the blackberries are cold and wet. This makes them easy to pick because they just snap of the bush. In the afternoon, it is hot with tons of bugs. The temperature didn't bother me that much because when you are in a Bulldog costume for an entire basketball you learn to get used to the extreme heat. What bothered me was the berries kept falling apart. I would pick a big berry and while I was pulling it off I would destroy it. The heat was melting them. After we picked about 2 gallons we had to leave because we were so thirsty.
If anyone could like some berries just let me know and I'll go in the morning and pick some.
2 comments:
Doesn't that suck. After hours of picking, you go home with 2 gallons of blackberry juice. Haha. Call me if you want to go picking again.
yeah it really sucked. Yeah I will, maybe we can go on thursday, in the morning.
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