It won’t be long. In June the berries will be ripe, the days will be hot, and there we will be with hats, bug spray, and long sleeve shirts picking berries filling plastic tubs until we bleed to death. Well not quite. But our hands will be stained with purple juice, have cuts and splinters from the thorns, suffering from chigger and mosquito bites.
Somebody should be making icecream during this time. That’s how it is supposed to be but people around here like Blue Bell ice cream. I don’t care how you crack the whip, homemade vanilla ice cream is the best. And it is especially yummy with fresh picked fruit arranged with it in a chilled bowl while sitting on the porch in the swing as the day becomes eve.
We have a huge thicket of a black berry bush in the pasture. Up close to the house on the fence line are two varieties of black berries and I am not even sure if black berry is the correct name for such. It doesn’t matter. They are delicious. We pick them, freeze them, boil them, make jelly out of them, serve them fresh with ice cream, and simply eat them right out of the bowl.