Blackberry Heaven

I ate a blackberry today. It was right off the vine, and slightly warm on this summer day. It tasted like eating sunshine.

Then I begrudgingly gave one to Elliott. He didn't really want it, thinking it wouldn't taste like anything. But even he said it was excellent, and he isn't typically forthcoming with compliments, so it must have been excellent.

Then I ate one more, and blackberry season was done for us this year. With the summer heat, growth is at a standstill, and there aren't any more flowers or green berries left. My little blackberry vines are in their first year, and so I'm grateful for the three berries we did get. Most blackberry plants won't produce any in their first year. However, it does make me feel like I can't wait for NEXT summer.