Last year when we visited our next home, Ronnie commented that there seemed to be a lot of bramble bushes around. I corrected him and told him they were wild blackberry bushes. Needless to say, he's been "waiting patiently" for the berries to ripen this year. Every day, I would get a report on how the bushes were busting with green berries, where the best patches were, etc. After his run today, he announced that it was time to pick some berries.
After dinner tonight, he and the girls headed down the street with buckets in hand, ready to harvest.
They came back with a good bit of berries. We sorted them, put some in the fridge for eating, Ronnie made some freezer jam, and put the rest up in the freezer for later.
