It’s blackberry season!! Larry and I found enough blackberries in our backyard to make a small cobbler. We discovered the vines some years ago, and usually only get a few berries to pop in our mouths each year. Over time, the vines have multiplied, and we were able to pick a whole cupful this year. A bumper crop for us! We're hoping for another cupful in a few days! As we were picking the blackberries, with the warmth of the May sun on our backs, my mind returned to my childhood days of growing up in rural Calhoun County, where we felt that same heat as we "worked the land" in hopes of a bountiful harvest of fruits and vegetables. About this time of year, Momma would call us kids to go out back to pick blackberries. We had a few vines that grew along the Howell's barbed-wire fence. The fence’s main purpose, of course, was to keep our neighbor's cows in the pasture, but it served a pretty good trellis for the blackberry vines, too. There were always
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