Katherine and I found a treasure trove of wild blackberries during our evening walk with Shelbie. I snapped a picture of them when we got home. Later, after the blackberries have cooled, we will make blackberry shortcake with hot biscuits. Mmm. I can justify this sinful repast by this afternoon's 35-mile bike ride with my friend Phil. Picking wild blackberries reminds me of my childhood in Michigan. My mother used to make blackberry pie and blackberry jam. Do you like blackberries?
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Keith Burgess-Jackson, J.D., Ph.D. 