One summer when I was in my teens I picked a gallon of black berries for my granny from the berry patch by her Arkansas garden , mom, granny and I headed out in the cool of the morning with wide brimed straw hats, pails tied to our waist and hoes, and sticks for protection against snakes, and to help reach luscious berries just beyond our grasp. That Christmas granny wrote in the Christmas card that she made pies and thought of me when they ate that pie.
When we are out fishing I always keep my eye out for the good berry patches. I have picked three and a half gallons of black berries this week on three different trips to berry patches. The weather was perfect in the low to mid - eighties a nice breeze was blowing off the water we were by the river next to the fishing pond. I saw a deer when I was leaving on two occasions what a delightful surprise that was.
One of my favorite blackberry picking experiences was when we were boating while dear hubby was fishing and I swam to shore to pick them. I took a gallon size zip loc bag and I got it almost full, then floated the bag of black berries back on a piece of drift wood as I swam to the boat.
I took the granddaughters with me last year and we had fun picking we used a back pack and sand pails and zip bags for collecting these big black luscious fruits. The grand children ate more than they put in the bucket and the liked the experience and they were able to ride their trikes on the paved walking path we were next to.
Berry Syrup Story
Later that fall we made black cobbler with the berries that they had helped to pick later that weekend they were having pancakes and dear grand daughters were bemoaning that fact. I said “no were are not” and I spooned the “syrup” off of the black berry pie or cobbler that had turned out way to runny, they were amazed and delighted to get the purple syrup! Dear son gave me a look of gratitude for rescuing breakfast on that morning! LOL!
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