As we stood on the levee at the entrance of our RV park observing the flood waters, we noticed something we haven't seen in the seven years we've had our trailer here—
wild dewberries growing along the fence row. I'm sure the vines have been here all this time, we just never paid attention.
Some of the berries are ripe.
And the others will be ripe soon.
We picked a handful of dewberries and ate them on the spot. They were warm from the sun, juicy, tart, and delicious!
This brought back good memories of family berry picking adventures when I was a little girl. My parents always knew where to find an abundance of berries. With five of us picking we could quickly fill our plastic ice cream tubs with gallons of dewberries, which we always called blackberries. Mom would bake a cobbler right away for us to enjoy and freeze the rest. In November when my birthday rolled around, I often requested a blackberry cobbler for dessert. It's still one of my favorites.
When was the last time you ate a wild berry straight from the vine?