Today the Pacific Northwest started paying sweet, juicy dividends. Just beyond my back door, ripe blackberries whispering to be picked. Mmm.
{Confession. Technically the blackberries belong to my neighbor. In my defense, they are dangling deep into my yard and begging to swim in my morning oatmeal.}
{Whimsical photograph found here.}
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.... to meet you & thanx for your kind comment on my blog!!!!
Your blog.... yes yes yes!!
Agneta, the swedish one ;)
they look good enough to eat! ;)
mmmm, i love blackberries!
looks great!
love the taste and love the colour :)
The law in Belgium (where I'm from) is everything what's dangling in your garden is yours. So I would say, go for it ;-). And they look soo gooood. They would look great on a pie too! :q
I want those turquoise containers! What a great color combination...
Sherry
My clearest memories of childhood are being handed a bucket by my grandmother and being sent out to pick blackberries with my cousin... and getting chiggers along the way :)
She baked cobblers .. heaven ...
when we lived in hoodriver as a child I recall the free flowing, almost dripped berries everywhere you looked, the way the afternoons smelled with the sun hitting them...enjoy
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