I love blackberries. They used to grow wild in the hedgerows along the fields of the farm where I grew up. We would pick them in August at the end of a day of baling hay and my mother would make cobbler with them. best stuff in the world.
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I love blackberries. They used to grow wild in the hedgerows along the fields of the farm where I grew up. We would pick them in August at the end of a day of baling hay and my mother would make cobbler with them. best stuff in the world.
Dan: mmmmmm Cobbler....I'll keep that in mind :)
Blackberry pie and cream for me please but the blossom always look like silk wedding dresses to me, full but delicate at the same time...
sian: They do have some dreamy little blossoms.......thanks for another idea on what to do with them all!
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