Sharing Blackberries

When I cut across the park area to go to the Post Office, my path goes right past the wild azalea bush. The azalea blossoms are long gone in this, the shank of the summer, but a wild blackberry vine has twined itself through the branches and is steadily ripening a few juicy berries at a time.

It works out great. I grab a few berries on the way over and have them all well consumed by the time I walk through the Post Office door. On the way back, I grab another handful and perch on a stump under the redwood tree while I eat them. That leaves plenty for the birds and, next time I go for mail, there will be more that have ripened.

I suppose there would be enough for a small cobbler if I wanted one. I think about that every time I pick some of the berries. And each time I vote in favor of enjoying a few right off the bush, out in the sunshine -- or the shade, as the case may be. Some things really can't be improved upon and I'm thinking wild blackberries are in that category.

Wait. I could throw some in a bowl of Brownie batter. That works with raspberries so I don't see why it wouldn't be equally fine with blackberries. It occurs to me I can be ever so easily subverted with a little judiciously placed chocolate. Well, there you go. Some of us are just easy.