Defeated. The birds have beat us to the blackberries. Watching, waiting and braving the poison ivy jungle have gained us approximately two cups of blackberries…enough for a couple batches of blackberry pancakes. No blackberry pie. No blackberry jam. No blackberry cordial.
This weekend I will brave the wilds of the domesticated blackberry farm where I will stand amidst the thornless, trellised beauties and grasp handfuls – a privilege I will gladly pay for!
The next couple of days will be rather busy. My daughter, Elizabeth, is coming for a visit on Thursday. Friday, the three older boys will be serving a requiem Mass in Newark. The weekend will be spent canning and freezing – the joyful preservation of the summer harvest.
Light blogging ahead…