What Summer Tastes Like

Can't you just taste them? The air here even smells like them . . . a bit like how I imagine heaven smelling. It's blackberry season here and Jonathan and I couldn't be happier.



My little assistant and I have spent hours picking these little beauties. As a reward for all of our scratches and scrapes, we now have at least 50 cups of blackberries stockpiled in my freezer, just waiting for us to make jams, pies, and whatever else we feel like. Jonathan is a HUGE fan of blackberries . . . must get it from his mommy. :)

We have a huge empty lot just north of our development and it is lined with blackberry bushes (aren't all empty lots in the NW filled with blackberry bushes?). It has proved to be the perfect spot for us to stock up and for little mister to have some time to run around and do what he does best . . . be a boy. He even found a stick that just had to come home with us.

And though said little mister had a ton of fun with the stick he found, his favorite part of our adventures in blackberry picking was the taste of the berries fresh off the vine. He didn't even mind the mess they made on his sweet little hands.

So thankful for the taste of summer, and though I love all of the flavors of fall, it will be hard to bid adieu to the deliciousness of summer.