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| LOTS OF BERRIES, LOTS OF THORNS |
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| A COMPETING BEAR LEFT A CALLING CARD |
Yesterday afternoon we went to the Larsen camp to pick blackberries. The bushes are remnants of what was once one of the largest berry farms in Wisconsin, the Bloom farm, and I assume they are a commercial variety rather than wild plants. In any case, they are bearing so heavily this year it is hard to pick them all; as a handful ripen to perfection on a cane, five times as many are red and still developing. I picked a gallon in about a half hour, the price being only a little blood drawn by the wicked torns. The bears left their calling cards but were not around during the day. Judy said their dog barked most of the night because the bears were in the blackberry patch. Several years ago I discovered a huge raspberry patch out in the woods and decided to go picking. Plowing through tall grass and into the berry patch I could actually smell the bears, and as the hackles rose on the back of my neck I turned around and walked back out, berry can empty.
There is nothing better than a fully ripe, juicy blackberry. We had blackberries and ice cream for desert last night, with a drizzle of maple syrup on top. Delicious!
Blackberries, like blueberries, freeze easily for keeping. Spread them out on a tray and put in the freezer. After a bit, stir them to be sure they do not stick together. When fully frozen put them in a container and back into the freezer for future use.
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