The berries may not be perfect, but I had somebody stop by my house this year wanting some of the plants and the berries. He makes black berry wine out of them. As a child he was friends with the previous home owners children. He picked the berries as a child, and remembered them being great. I'm not sure if they still stand up to his expectations, but we like to make blackberry cobbler out of them.
- This photoblog is becoming a historical document. Next year when I think, "When were the black berries ripe last year?", I can look it up on my blog. I think photographs are like that. They help us remember the past.