A Conscious Search For Blackberries

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Some journeys you take so often that eventually you stop noticing you’re on a journey. Your brain decides the intricate details of the trip are no longer important and your focus shifts inwards to thoughts and daydreams. In my last year of university I took an hour long commute, and most days I’d step onto the train and within the blink of an eye I’d arrive at my stop.

This jump inward doesn’t just happen while travelling. It happens wherever you go. From the first moment you step into a new environment your brain is training itself to block out details for the next time you visit. This is why new environments can create anxiety. Your brain overflows with information and it doesn’t know how to cope. At home your brain can shut off. It knows everything, so you can relax.

Have you ever noticed how a long walk through a new environment seems to take forever? Your mind is so conscious, taking in all the details that you don’t get a chance to daydream. Walking back you always say to yourself “it seemed shorter on the return.” This is because your brain is less conscious of the environment, you’ve already seen it, so you’ve got more time to lose in your mind.

The main problem with all of this is that after a while, your brain becomes so lazy that it ignores small changes in regular environments. It’s just not important to notice them. You never realise the seasons are changing, a tree losing colour, leaves falling off the tree and later leaves growing back. Often you wont notice a change, then one day suddenly you realise something’s happened. Your garden is filled with flowers, but it wasn’t like that yesterday…was it?

With all of this in mind a lot of people probably haven’t noticed one thing: it’s blackberry season. I missed it myself. When I walk, I walk with my eyes on the horizon, often missing anything around me. Walking a new path recently though, I noticed some blackberries. After realising they were there I decided to consciously search for more. For a few days I decided to glance at every bush I passed to see if it contained blackberries. The results really astonished me. Quite simply there are blackberries everywhere. Any green area is almost guaranteed to contain a blackberry plant and this is good news for jamists and pie makers a like.

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Knowing that there were a wealth of blackberries out there I set out with my sister to go and pick some from a few patches I’d scouted out. The first was a large bush outside a pub. The berries were very small and tarte, but there were dozens of them, all perfectly ripe. In the ten minutes while we were picking almost a dozen people passed by. I wonder why a blackberry bush that is passed so often is never picked? Either people just don’t notice it, or worse, people can’t be bothered to pick it. Both seem reasonable, especially after a few people made the point to me that “you could buy them from the shops for a few quid!”

This to me is pretty stupid argument. “Why pick free fruit, when you could pay for it?” It’s disappointing to know so many people are so out of touch with their food nowadays (me included!) and that it’s come to a point where people can’t even be bothered to spend half an hour picking fruit. People no longer care about food or where it comes from, as long as it’s easy to get. We can’t even be arsed to do simple things because we can pay to have them already done for us. Isn’t this called laziness? Personally I believe there’s great satisfaction in picking your own fruit. Plus it tastes so much better than fruit in the shops!

After picking over the pub bush I looked into my container to see I’d only picked a small amount of berries. The variety of berries on the bush were small but with a very high yield. “We need to find a patch with bigger berries!” I told my sister. So we went off to another bush, this time a small one hanging over a garden fence. Unfortunately this bush wasn’t too large and I only managed to nab a few tiny berries off it. Nevermind though, there’s always going to be more about.

Before heading to our next bush, my sister and I decided to go to her house to pull some apples from the tree in her garden. My plan was to made an apple and blackberry pie. As we pulled up to the house my sister suddenly remembered “oh, I think I have a blackberry bush in my back garden. You might want to look at that.”

Heading into the back garden I went straight for the blackberry bush. It was one of the largest I’d ever seen,  hanging over the entire fence of her back garden. The berries were five times the size of the ones we’d previously picked and totally ripe. “I didn’t even realise this was here” she said. It’s amazing what you don’t notice until you really look, even in your own back garden!

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Within five minutes I’d managed to pick around two and a half pounds of berries and ate probably another half pound. As well as being large the berries were sweet and barely sharp at all. Perfect for a pie.

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162 thoughts on “A Conscious Search For Blackberries”

  1. This is a lesson to be applied to life. The things we take for granted & dont even see anymore. I loved your story & the reminder that the simple things in life can bring us joy and slowing down is a beautiful thing.

    1. I totally agree, especially now, as I am a lot older, I’m taking my two young daughters on that very trail where Sunsets and Twilight’s are for the dreamers and generation next. I loved the story and it’s meaning.

    1. Have you ever had razzleberry pie? I love the taste, but hate all the seeds. Is there a way to un-seed them, so I can enjoy the pie?

  2. The 1st part of your post is very true about human beings..
    The 2nd part.. very relative.. 🙂
    Very nice pics that you managed to click.. I had almost started walking on an unknown trail..

    Cheers..

  3. I love the pictures, especially the last one. I love the reminder and message of this post even more, however. Wake up and smell the coffee, or the roses, or whatever – pay attention to your surroundings and it’s amazing what you’ll notice and learn. Thanks for a much needed reminder.
    http://simplysolo.wordpress.com

    1. See, once you have blackberries on the brain you’ll see them everywhere. Even on the internet!

      I’m always amazed by some plants and how far reaching they are. You’re in Virginia, I’m in England, yet we’re both eating wild blackberries.

  4. You see, I wonder why people buy things that they can pick for free? My grandparents property was loaded with blackberries and blueberries, and perhaps that spoiled me. No blackberries grow where I live now, though. I have to and over money and buy them.

  5. Is that why the return trip is quicker? Never have I thought of it that way…that’s great insight. Perhaps that’s why anticipation is that much sweeter…it coincides with sensory overload of a new environment…

  6. Thank you for this. Back in my youth, I was known as the Blackberry Queen because I wrote letters to the editors of the small town papers encouraging people to pick the forgotten blackberries that lined the hillsides all around us. This was 20 years ago or so. People couldn’t be bothered to pick their own fruit back then, either, it appears! More for us gleaners with our eyes wide open.

  7. Picking blackberries used to be one of my favorite things to do as a child. Maybe I should take a walk and look for some today. =)

    1. Public footpaths that are overgrown are perfect! The closer you are to the country the more there is I imagine. But I also found a patch outside my local Asda, so they’re literally everywhere. Happy picking!

  8. Wow…I was picking my own blackberries only last week and I totally relate to this. I don’t understand why people don’t pick them either! They’re FREE and technically “organic” One tiny container will cost you £2 in Tesco, so really, why not pick them and enjoy them? Glad others are thinking along the same lines. Well done and congrats on being on Freshly Pressed.

    1. Thanks! I was actually wondering about the “organicness” of these berries. Some of them have been picked from the ends of non-organic farming fields, so the area isn’t organic, so I’m guessing the berries couldn’t technically be called organic either. Other berries though that I’ve picked have been in overgrown areas with little impact from anything, just natural land, so I guess these could technically be called organic.

      1. I found mine along a nature walk so I am guessing, they’re technically organic, in the sense that I don’t think any pesticides were sprayed on them since they’re growing wild…

  9. wow, I think you inspired me, although I am afraid I missed blackberry season where I live, I see people park along the railroad tracks here and pick them and along a very unused back road to the hospital. But that was over a month ago, so I’m afraid it’s gotten too hot. But… if it hasn’t, the people haven’t been back picking, so I should be in for a large harvest if they are still alive.

    1. Not sure where you are, but you should definitely check it out. If they’re big bushes they’ll give out fruit for quite a while!

  10. I used to pick all kinds of berries when I was young…in Pennsylvania at my cousins and Aunt’s house. Yumm! Blueberries & blackberries. It was fabulous. Everyone should experience that! Thank you for bringing up great memories!

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  11. Beautiful photography, first of all. And second, very smart post. It never really occured to me that our brains aren’t as consious of our surroundings after we have already familiarized ourselves with the environment.

  12. I have fond memories of a deep dish blackberry cobbler, hot with a scoop or two of vanilla ice cream. Heaven. Thanks for reminding me to get some. I make jam every year for Christmas presents.

  13. I can’t even begin to express how much I appreciated your lovely post (and photos!) today. Let’s just say that it was like my own personal communique from the Universe. It was absolutely perfect. Thank you!

  14. Ahhh blackberry season, I’ve been looking forward to it for ages now!

    I love your post, you’re so right. I love this season because I still go blackberry picking. It was something myself and my little brother did. Now he’s longer here I’ll still do it to remember the good times with him.
    It’s the little things like that that make life sweet. It shouldn’t be taken for granted.

    1. I don’t think you get figs in England, we don’t have the climate for it unfortunately. We’re all about the berries, apples, pears and rhubarb.

  15. What a lovely post. Caio, sent me this link as he knew i’d been blackberry picking and made a crumble for my nan. Fruit picking, allotments and wild food foraging are the most ‘punk’ or ‘eco friendly’ ways of living. no air miles, no packaging, no pesticides…. So many benefits. Thank you for pointing out just how detached we really are from food. My grans generation grew all their own veg, a lot of fruit, and foraged on a regular basis. Its a sham our own generation find it so weird.

    1. I think eventually it’s going to get to a point where we’ll be forced to eat more seasonal foods from local producers. Obviously there’s going to be a lot of objections to this, because people are so used to getting strawberries in December, but I really believe that it’ll come to a point in time where there’s no choice in the matter, for whatever reason.

      Current generations are spoilt and the world is paying for our overindulgence. It’s a shame really. I’ll stop there before I start to sound like a total hippy. Hah.

      1. I agree wholeheartedly and won’t go into a diatribe about eating local and in season except to say “Right on!” and to wonder why so many big-name grocery stores import things like tomatoes from Holland when they’re in season and ripe locally?! It’s just as bad in the US. :-/

  16. I love that there are blackberries all over the place here in the UK! At first I wasn’t so sure if we were even allowed to pick them since I never really saw anyone else doing it and I was like, “Delicious ripe berries are just sitting there! For free! Am I about to get arrested for picking them?” but your post definitely hits the nail on the head as to why–people are so habituated they don’t even notice what’s right in front of their eyes. Which is too bad because the berries are pretty much awesome. Mmm, pie, crisp, crumble, on yogurt–yummy!

  17. This thing we do as humans – looking without really seeing – is something I noticed while in high school. I even wrote a poem about it (no doubt a bad one), that had a line like, “Take a look, take a look, and you will see, what’s always been there and always will be…”. Can’t remember the rest, it’s lost to the past. Just as well, no doubt. But your post is cause for reflection; in the modern world we are pulled into so many different directions, always multi-tasking, that we fail to notice so very much. The old adage about stopping and smelling the roses is an apt one; or, to your point, stop and pick (and eat!) the blackberries!

    Laura
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    1. Ah, teenage poetry. I’m ashamed to say I wrote my fair share. Hopefully it’s all lost to the depths of the internet by now, but I fear one day all those horrible poems will come back to haunt me.

      I think it’s always good to stop and..look around you, even if there’s nothing to see. We live in our minds too much, spending far too much time in memories, dreams and the like. So often we get so caught up in our thoughts that we forget the moment we’re in. It’s easy to feel unhappy with memories and worries in your head, but extremely hard to feel unhappy with what’s in front of you.

  18. Your post really resonated with me. Until I lost my job last year I rushed around frenetically and never really noticed anything. Now that I’m a homeschooling wahmompreneur who has a puppy to walk I notice so many wonderful things that I’d never seen before. Nature is amazing.
    Every day we walk in the woods and have been harvesting blackberries. No one else seems to pick them and my freezer is brimming with them. Last night my husband made the most wonderful apple and blackberry pie with apples we’d picked off a neighbour’s tree (with permission of course;-D)

    1. Since it’s coming to the end of summer and the start of autumn I’m hoping to learn a bit more about mushroom picking. I’m sure that’d be a fun activity to do in the woods. Plus free food is always appreciated!

      1. I’ve noticed quite a few different mushrooms on our walks and keep meaning to look them up to see if any are safe for us to pick and eat!

        I totally agree about the free food! It helps when you have two strapping teenagers who graze;-D

        I’m also investigating some berries that remind me of rosehips but aren’t. I see thousands of them and can’t help but think of what I could make if they turn out to be edible.

  19. i agree with everyone. Simplistic, natural beauty is one of the best things of life. It is everywhere, people just lack the ability to see it. This is corrupted America where jobs and politics comes first and the small joys in life are overseen. Nice post

    1. I’d agree with you, but I think in America there’s a massive section of society that fully appreciates nature. I recently spent a few months in the Pacific North-West and quite a few people out there are clued up. Just time to kick the rest of America into gear! Hah.

      1. Did you make jam with your blackberries ? You could so keep them out of your fridge and eat during the winter. nd it’s delicious !

        1. We have no pectin, so I haven’t made jam. I’ve actually made some blackberry cordial / squash though. So I can add water and have a blackberry drink. Mmm.

  20. I loved your blog post. I’ve been eating blackberries since I was a small child – I always knew where all the big bushes were. Nowadays I try to find berries to eat when I walk to work. (By the way, I noticed that my nickname is your photo’s namesake!)

  21. I enjoyed your post – thank you. Yuo are so right I remember having driven from work tohome and wondering how I got there – it was all autopilot.

    You’ve stirred the memories I have of picking mulberries at my grandma’s place in summer – oh what a wonderful purple time we had *grin*.

  22. Well, we bike along some routes and just drop by and pick to eat…immediately.

    Northwest coast have alot of unfettered blackberry bushes. I love it when the berries are still warm but ripe sweet from sunshine.

    1. I’m in England, but I did just spend my summer in the Pacific North-West where I learnt to enjoy thimbleberries. Mmmm.

  23. My boyfriend has a gift of seeing things where ever he is. We found a patch of blackberries behind the building where we work and going there during the day for a snack is out of this world. Here in Seattle, WA we also have U-Pick farms of berries and fruit. You pick it yourself and pay about a 1/5 of what it costs in stores. Its a beautiful thing to simply enjoy everything we’re given.

    1. Believe it or not I spent part of my summer working on an organic u-pick strawberry farm. Not far from you in Oregon. 🙂

  24. I can’t tell you how much I love this post! Just last weekend, I headed on a walk down the road that runs along the river in my hometown. When I came back I ended up with about 20 cups of blackberries (not sure what that translates to in weight, but a pie takes about 4 cups, for example). I made blackberry lemonade and a blackberry cobbler, ate a few handfuls fresh and froze the rest. Now I will have (almost) fresh blackberries on hand all through the fall and winter! I plan to make muffins, ice cream and experiment with a blackberry peach pie. I know very few others who pick blackberries with a purpose in mind, or to save money on fresh fruit, but I’ve always wondered why they don’t. Great post 🙂

  25. blackberries are not common here, but I tasted them quite often when I was in Germany, well at least in a form of jam. But maybe that’s not the same.
    If you say people want to get everything as long as it is easy as laziness, I call it as a slavery. Money has become the master of live, and that can’t be good sometime.
    I imagined joining you on a pick-berry-around-the-bushes tour, and I certainly am sure, I would like it.
    Thanks for the tour, and story!

    1. The really sweet, really ripe berries taste almost exactly like jam (but they’ve just got a fresher taste.) If you’re ever in Newcastle at the end of the summer then you could come of a berry picking tour for real!

  26. WOW! I notice you have been blogging for quite a while. That aside, my husband and I are planning to plant several fruit trees at our new home. I have requested at least 1 fig tree for making preserves. I hope I will find berry bushes in the woods around our new house, it sounds like all I will have to do is look.

  27. yummy looking photos!! think this post has inspired to me wake up early tomorrow to go for a jog around the park and then pick blackberries afterwards.

  28. It remind me of the blackberry tree in the backyard. It showed some flowers once, very tiny and about to become fruit, but then it’s gone. Now I’m looking forward to crop fresh fruits like what I see in these pictures. Great. Nice posting. 😉

  29. Last year we had a great blackberry season and I was grateful to be able to walk down our driveway and pick ripe berries for a week or three. This year we had a blistering season with little rain and our bramble bushes did not really fruit the same way. Your blog reminded me of just how much I appreciate the opportunity to walk and pick and eat when there are a few spare minutes. And yes we often are not present enough to notice the bounty and beauty of our surroundings. Nice reminder, thanks!

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  30. I live in the Philippines. As a tropical country, I am used to finding all sorts of fruits all year round (except of a few kinds like mangoes that have seasons) and I agree that it is easy to take things for granted when you experience it everyday.

    PS. Picking fruits bring back a lot of childhood memories. I used to pick native fruits in the neighborhood.

  31. its like going through life searching for acceptance… when you realize all you have to do is look into yourself… accept yourself first. and not give a damn about anyone else… blackberries… the allegorical self.

  32. One of the few things my ex and I used to do together towards the end was go out round the village and pick blackberries at this time of year. We also had apples, plums, greengages, damsons (I named my business after them!), pears, figs etc etc in the garden.
    I now live in a flat right in the town centre and I love it. It’s a completely different feeling. For years I didn’t think I could walk away from the house and garden, however bad the relationship got. But I did it, and it was the right thing to do.
    I love what you said about the different reactions between new places and places you take for granted. When I first moved to town (eighteen months ago) it was all so new and exciting, I would walk and walk the streets noticing everything. Now I take it all for granted and struggle to find that excitement.
    I really enjoyed your post. Thanks for inspiring me.
    Linda

  33. Great photos! Rather jealous of your easy access to blackberries. Here in Australia they are a noxious weed and so any bush normally gets quickly discovered by the authorities and sprayed – way before anyone gets to make any use of the berries.

    1. Funnily enough I think the opposite is the case here, I think the authorities have planted a lot of these blackberry bushes!

  34. Great pictures. Must head out and get my blackberries picked! Had a great cherry season here and as you say, people either don’t even see you or look at you very quizzically. Enjoy the pie! 🙂

    1. A little girl passed by with her grandmother. The girl stared at me standing knee deep in the bush and asked “what’s he doing!?”

  35. Amazing. Here in Brazil we are in the blackberry season as well. However, the fruits are much smaller than you show in your post. Perhaps we have another variety of blackberries.

    Apple and blackberry pie sounds very good. I haven’t tried it. What about the recipe? Are you going to share it :-)?

    Nice post.

  36. Here, around the Portland, Oregon area, black berries are generally considered a “weed” because they have a tendency to take over areas. I just so happen to love these “weed” patches and take advantage of them often. Usually, I come away with berry stains on my hands and the black berry bushes come away with the stain of my blood on their thorns! Still, gotta love ’em!

  37. Thank you for reminding us a simple daily thing that often forgotten. We people, I think, should take more natural activities to feel and enjoy the life. I my self dropped out from school just try to take more conscious notice in every little step I make so I can be grateful I can live in this world. Really nice photographs too, btw…
    Best regard from Indonesia.

  38. I have a very large blackberry tree along my dirt driveway. I know they’re ripe when I start to hear the “ping, ping, boing, ping” on the hood of my son’s car parked underneath through the open window in our living room. They stain the driveway & your shoes when you step on them, and we have to move vehicles.

    When I was a kid at home, we had blackberry bushes all along our fence. My mother would gather up little pails and sacks for us and take us outside and show us how to pick them. We would take them all inside and wash them off and eat every last one! I have very fond memories of those times. Thanks for bringing back those memories.

  39. Sigh. I grew up with wild blackberries growing everywhere and took them completely for granted. I’d pick them all summer, but thought nothing of it. Now I live in a hot, dry valley and there are (gasp!) no blackberries to be found. I’m going to have to plant some in my garden to satisfy my craving because buying them in the store is simply out of the question.

    Thanks for the reminder to open my eyes and see what’s right under my nose, even if it isn’t blackberries.

  40. Lovely! The story, insights, and photos. Really, who would pay for inferior blackberries in the store when you could get superior, fresh ones for free?

  41. Apparently psychologists have done experiments involving a screen of text with words being changed in the periphery while the reader read. They didn’t actually see the words changing, and only realised they’d changed on a reread, prompting the researchers to conclude that what we see is actually only a tiny circle right in front of us, and the periphery is made up of known (or assumed) information. Hence, like you say, new environments are a headache because they involve so much to take in and so little to be fallen back on. Wish I could remember where I read about this…could try recreating it at home to test the theory? Thanks for a beautiful post!

    1. This is true. Your brain blocks out information, you don’t need to do an experiment to prove it either. Just think about your nose. Close one eye and you’ll see it. Open both eyes and it’s no longer there. Your brain constructs an image without the nose to give you a clearer image of the world.

    2. I wonder how I’d respond to this sort of test. I often notice things that no one else does…a missing tree along a street or college campus, a flit of motion at the edge of my vision, a little child about to run off into something dangerous. I often feel out of sync with other people because I’m constantly paying attention to things at the periphery. For example, in group settings I often notice new people who enter the room, even when I’m actively engaged in a conversation. I notice that other people don’t notice newcomers as easily, when they’re engaged like this.

  42. Simply beautiful! Funny how a few minutes spent reading on a blog can inspire someone like me…a person who has never eaten a blackberry, to want to eat one. 🙂

    Congrats on being freshly pressed! Great post.

  43. I know what you mean about not noticing small changes in the environment.

    One thing that I’ve found very helpful for this is birdwatching. When I’m out birdwatching, even though I’m paying attention mainly to the birds, I find that I notice things like small, inconspicuous flowers coming in and out of bloom, fruits coming ripe, and so forth. I think part of it is getting into “observation mode”. But also, part of it is that in an ecosystem, everything interacts to some degree with everything else…so even focusing on the birds you start noticing the details of what they’re eating, perching on, feeding in, seeking cover in. I often first notice that poison ivy berries have come ripe not by seeing the berries, because they are so inconspicuous, but by seeing large flocks of warblers eating them.

  44. We have a few very large bushes in our backyard and they are incredible, we have to pick everyday because there are so many! I really enjoyed the post, very well done. 🙂

  45. Thanks! Here in Guatemala they’re called “moras” . . . Cobbler, anyone? Debate: balckberries v black raspberries . . .

  46. I thought that this story was great. With hind sight I know that our Journey’s are forever forward, and yet they never go back to start again. My daughters are young and a step in the right direction, although these steps may become misguided in years to come. Our promises and audited experiences, whatever the occasion, we progress through this mere thought provoking world with more than enough already completed.
    Taking life for granted can have its rewards, while at the same time it has its down falls, too. Thank you for sharing this, and I, for one, will be returning to read more of your material.

    Marcus Kasabian De Storm

  47. This year I went nuts for blackberry picking. In the process I got all eaten up by mosquitoes, but it was totally worth it! I gave a bunch away and with the rest I made fruit smoothies.

  48. Thanks for the reminder to pay attention. When I was a kid I loved mulberry trees and in recent years I just passed them by. Now when I walk in a park or by a small stand of them. I remember to “treat” the kid in me and eat a few. Purple teeth only make people laugh.

  49. Lovely post and photos, you’ve also reminded me I must go look
    for the berries I’ve been waiting to mature up the hill in a field.
    Thank you for sharing.

  50. This was great I’m glad on my trip to California I picked over a dozen blackberries myself. The bushes were extremely ripe and each was delicious. The lesson also made me think I need to get out of my house more and enjoy the “every-day-life” on a new path.

    1. California is quite possibly the best place in the world where a person can decide to get out of the house more. There’s about 7 National Parks on your doorstep!

  51. You wan’t Blackberries ? Go to Sark in the Channel islands. Best nature paradise I know. The nature trails, are full of blackberries. Take good walking shoes, as there are no cars or motorcycles. You can hire cycles, or a horse and trap. Take your dog. Hotels permit that, or still should. Take a good rechargeable flashlight, so you can find your way home from the pubs. There’s no street lights, and you can enjoy the moon and the stars.
    If you are in to nature and blackberries, Sark will write herself on your heart.

  52. It realy surprises the things people miss in their quest to be at the front of the que.
    My daughter’s school was having an afternoon of music and dance in the playground, there was a mad rush to get the best seats on the playground, I looked around to see what my options were, there was a loverly cherry tree, bursting with ripe cherrys and on a raised bank, so I chose to stand under it, I had ripe cherrys to eat, shade from the afternoon sun and I could see every act on the play ground loverly.

  53. we ended up picking blackberries along the trail we ran and ate the blackberries for breakfast with our cereal. some are still a little bit sour but give it a week or so and we’ll go out again. thanks again for the inspiration.

  54. As a child, I would pick them along a barbed wire fence that ran from the back forty to the big house on top of the hill. At to the bottom of the road was an old creek. The old <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/40_acres_and_a_mule&quot; title="Back Forty" or sixteenth section has a real story to tell. It had some of the best blackberries on it. I can still recall the redbugs and thorns growing up around those sweet blackberries.. When you wrote about the journey, it reminded me of The Art of Pilgrimage by Phil Cousineau. I highly recommend it. I loved the photos but In every journey you find a boon that the photos and words can not express.. It is the energy of the experience that is the real story. Take me for example; I have not seen the back forth in years and that old creek has long run dry. But I hold that energy within me. I can still taste the blackberries and as for that old creek, It can be heard within my soul. I thank you for sharing the boon.

  55. My sister and I used to go out in search of blackberry patches, too. We found a lot on the trails in the park area. We have a small patch in our own backyard, too.

  56. Reading your blog post really started my hunger pangs on the overdrive.. REally amazing to the fact that we don’t realize many things are pretty close to us but we still choose to ignore them.. Black berries or een “best buddies”…

  57. I have those in my back garden, and every year during this time I make jam out of them, and in the winter time… love nothing more than blackberry jam on my warm toast….lol…. reminds me of summer and gives me hope that yes, it WILL come round again…. :o)

  58. When I was a kid, I used to see a lot of blackberry bushes around. Haven’t seen one since I was in grade school.
    I agree with how our brain is becoming less conscious of the environment. I didn’t realize that the grass in my mom’s landscape was already a feet long until two days ago. It felt good to cut it. Lovely post 😀

  59. I was delighted to hear from my dad the other week that at last backberry season was here again! Every year we go out with the dog bramble picking, I no longer live with them but I always make sure I turn up to go bramble picking.

    So when he said that the blackberry bushes had already been stripped I was highly unamused. I had big plans for my berries! It turns out that from the moment the first berries were ripe some polish people have been stalking the bushes. They have been driving round all the fields and their car had been seen every day parked up at various places.

    It was the same last year – but it wasn’t as bad, we could actually get some berries last year. Despite travelling about locally we have been unable to find any bushes that haven’t been strip mined by them and we have had to resort to buying them for the first time!

  60. i realized that there lots of things that we forgot to look back and to see the beauty of the things that God created specially those things that we out to look for..
    even the flowers in the roadsides..
    I love it and its very inspiring for me,there is something deep in this thought which makes me realize how life so wonderful .:)

  61. your post caught my eye because as a pastry cook i am always on the look out for new methods or inspirations. in particular, i love berries and berry season in general, though i was happily surprised to see that this wasn’t just any article about blackberries and berry picking. as an advocate for simplicity it is nice to see that others out there are aware of the little beauties all around us that life has to offer. i am also quite envious of the abundance of berry bushes in your area… they look so beautiful! wonderful pictures and story, keep up the good, honest reporting. cheers! 🙂

  62. found fruit is the ultimate! we had a great bike trail in my old town that had a jazillion little spots to find raspberries and blackberries throughout its 9 mile stretch… especially if you didn’t mind getting a little dirty doing it… i used to fill my belly and my water bottle before getting home every time.

  63. As a kid, during the war when the Germans were trying to rupture England, and food was short, we went out in summer, looking for blackberries, hazel nuts, beach nuts, and sloth berries. I’ve a great respect for those fruit, and English Marmite. I never could eat the whale blubber we sometimes got, or the tripe. Give me blackberries, everytime.

  64. Although I’m 59, I have fond memories of blackberry picking in the woods around our country home! Yes, there is something so satisfying about picking the fruit your mom used to make a pie! They were such a treat and delicious! Even though I’m in a wheel chair, I enjoyed blueberry picking last summer in MI. Who knew blueberry fields were handicapped accessible!

    Love your blog, your perspective and photos. Thank you for sharing!

  65. indeed, going picking for wild berries is fun. I love blackberries, and i was very interested in the brain experiment. it does always feel like the ride back is shorter 🙂

  66. Thank you for this post. Next time i’ll observe more, see more, think more and appreciate more. Every little thing that in life that i might have missed. I m glad that i didn’t miss this post.

  67. Beautifully written and minutely observed. I enjoyed reading this article, the more so because yesterday I also walked out and picked blackberries for the first time this year. Instead of collecting them to bring home, I just grazed… and realised how wonderfully evocative that first blackberry taste is. It reminds me of the excitement and anticipation of a new term; a fresh start to autumn after the long summer.

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