I went to another farmers market tonight. I can't help myself! Fresh produce is so good, and it feels extra good supporting local farmers.
Blackberries were on my list tonight. I remember being seven years old living in Washington and spending afternoons picking blackberries. They lined the pathways of a park near a lake that we would often visit. They grew wild, thousands of them. We would spend time splashing in the lake, dry off and walk the paths picking blackberries for hours. I remember sneaking a few tastes because they were so tempting. Even the smell of blackberries takes me right back to those warm sunny days.