As the days continue to get longer... the blackberries get riper. They are on their way from bitter to sweet. Last night after work, three friends and I went to an abandoned golf course where natural succession is in full force. The lakes and ponds are now surrounded by blackberries, an assortment of scrubby trees and grasses; all things that before would have been held back through a rigorous mowing regime. Frogs, red-winged black birds, a blue heron, some blue jays and large number of doves were right there with us, enjoying the beautiful evening's slight breeze that was veiled by the soft coastal light of April. As darkness came we headed back to the truck with heaping containers of blackberries. In total, we picked almost two gallons. I have a feeling we'll be going back soon.
