I guess I grew up spoiled. We live in an area where they grow wild and heaven forbid they ever get a start on your property. However, I would pick the wild berries on old vines that grew by a creek called Sutter Creek in Amador County and in other areas around the home acreage. Mom would then bake the best pies in the world, black berry pies and sometimes black berry cobbler. Just eating them off the vine when they are warm from the sun is a treat and hard to pick enough if you fall to eating to many of them:). kind of old to be out picking them now though.
Oh boy, those wild blackberries that grow along the country roads in northern California are the ones I remember. I also recall they didn’t ripen until late summer, early fall. So it seems early for blackberries to already be rotting on the vine in GA, as this farmer claims.
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Oh my, I do remember my mom’s homemade black cobbler with hand churned homemade vanilla ice cream. We had wild strawberries along our fence rows but Molly, the Jersey cow, loved them and always ate all she could find so there were never any left. When I was small, I never could figure out why her milk wasn’t pink. In the Hill Country in west Texas there are lots of peach growers. Some let you come and pick your own. Amazed at the number of city folks that stopped who had never seen a real peach tree with fruit. One place also had some cherry trees and one lady asked if they grew any maraschino cherries. One thing about being older is all the stuff we have to share with grandchildren - their life is so different.
That reminds me of shaking Mulberry trees and picking up the fallen berries.;
Just remember, don’t eat the ones crawling away! :^}