Blackberry season has arrived and every day over the last week I find myself drawn to the side fence where the blackberries have exploded into production of juicy berries. They remind me of the carefully tended berry vines that my grandpa grew in the Arizona desert. Over the years I thought I’d lost my taste for blackberries, all the store bought berries were small …and sour. Now I realize that I still love blackberries… but only the sun-warmed, sweet, burst-in-your-mouth, right-off-the-vine-ripe kind!

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