I love summer time for all the wonderful foods that come along with it. My dad loved blackberries. He would find the best spots for us to go picking. Some were embarrassing, like the time he backed up the exit ramp to a local toll road to get to the bushes under the overpass and some were easy like the thick bushes behind the Huguenot Fire Station. He used to beg us to come with him and tease "if you dont pick 'em, you cant eat 'em." So in the middle of summer we would suit up in long jeans or overalls and dive into the thickets of thorn and bug infested bushes to get to those little jewels. I have such fond memories of those years of picking! If you have never had wild, fresh picked blackberries...well let me just tell you they are hard to beat! Actually I havent been blackberry picking since he passed and I hope one day I'll find a nice spot where I can take Adelynn!