I just picked two quarts of wild blackberries and ate about another pint while picking them.
So yum - and I found a bountiful patch on a South-facing sunny hillside, I'm going back tomorrow.
Day before yesterday there was a yearling male deer eating them on our property, I watched him for probably ten minutes, as I inched closer and closer - and he let me get pretty close. His main focus was on the apples that have begun to fall from an apple tree beside our driveway. I had to stop watching when he got up close to the road, didn't want to be influencing his movements at all with cars driving by 20 feet away.
The deer is my spirit animal, Snufkin. At least according to the Native American lady who did the "ceremony" with us.
