We have some wild blackberry bushes growing along the edges of the woods. One year we had a nice crop, enough to make some blackberry jam. But that was it. And I’ve been craving more ever since.

Last summer I planted a couple blackberry starters in a couple pots on the deck. They quickly outgrew the pots, so in the Fall Mr. Mims stuck them in a previously treacherous hole in the field. Now they are showing signs of the quickly oncoming spring weather. I’m trying not to anticipate blackberry jam and pie so soon…but…it’s hard…