berry, berry good

When I was little, one summer I picked blackberries that grew wild along the creek at Historic Harriton House in Bryn Mawr.  It was a hot summer day, and a memory that stayed with me.

I am sorry, maybe it is simple, but there is something so awesomely cool about being able to pick your own berries….and guess what has been growing along one fence line that I did not notice until today?


They are just starting to ripen.  I picked about a pint in the twilight.

Hopefully I missed the poison ivy :<}  And I also noticed the pear trees are actually producing fruit.

I love discovering things in my own garden.