I just loved that post title. But no worries.
When I was a young wife and mother, I used to pick berries and make jam. I would have my young boys ‘help’ me pick them, although I knew half of them were going into their little mouths. I also put up peaches and froze vegetables, although the jam-making was always my favorite. I loved seeing (and eating) the results of my labors and was proud of the little jars all lined up and labeled with the date and the year.
I ended up giving away my canning things at some point and needless to say, it’s been a long time since my jam-making days.
But when I see berries like this, the memories come flooding back.
The perimeter of the grounds here at the manor house are covered with berries and the first ones to come in are the blackberries.
I almost wish I still had my canning supplies.
I said almost.
The taste is indescribable, and I’m sort of surprised that the little critters and the deer haven’t been at these bushes.
This one tasted really good. I ate it right after it made its photo debut.
Ditto for these.
I want to thank each and every one of you who comes to visit this humble little blog of mine. Please know that I appreciate having visitors and the comments that are left. I am touched at your words, laugh at your jokes, and feel as I’ve gotten to know so many of you. So thank you from the bottom of my heart.
And with that said, have a beautiful day. Hope to see you again.UPDATE: Dummy me. These are black raspberries. Thanks, anonymous, for pointing it out. I always got them confused. Some things never change. ~C.G.