We went blackberry picking. They were growing wild along a river north of the city.
Coming home with half a lunchbox full of juicy little fruits was worth the minor injuries caused by prickles. There weren't really enough berries to make pie, margaritas, bars or anything like that. So I just cooked them up with a bit of water and sugar and made a lumpy sauce for waffles and yoghurt.
I like the taste of late-summer.
