My hubbies family all have an extra gene we call the
"berry picking gene". Seriously! He had a
great great Aunt that fell over a cliff trying to get
the last berry.(kinda sad since she still had children).
Yesterday while picking blackberries I was trying to
remember if I had ever picked
berries before I got married.
Surely I must have...but I have no recollection of it.
Everywhere we lived we've found some kind of berry to
pick. Alaska...wild blueberries and raspberries...California...wild blackberries
Texas....blackberries and of course here there are blackberries literally everywhere.
The first summer we moved here my hubby gave each of the children a three gallon quota for blackberries and that lasted til they left home. (those were the days!)
The family used to get together and pick huckleberries. We have a good place up in the mountains but some years are better than others.
Maybe we'll get to pick this year.
Last year we never got any blackberry jam made so I was determine to get that done this week, none of this running out of jam
half way through the winter!
And I'm happy to say all our children are passing down that berry
picking gene to their children!