It’s that time when the blackberries are ripening in haste. Years and years ago, my mother-in-law, Mary, planted a few vines on the side hill beside her home. She is gone now 3 years, but the vines have commandeered a great area. Son, Dallas, has taken an interest in bringing them under control. It is a daunting task since blackberry vines are notoriously prickly. However, it will be nice. Here you can see two bunches – one he has thinned and one still in a state of chaos and disarray. I’m thinking that after the season, he should just mow a cross right through the middle and be done with it.
Ideally, someone would dig out the vines and transplant them, but blackberries are cheap to buy, so no use working so hard to produce your own.
Last year, i plucked about 10 gallons worth of berries before they were done producing. Still enjoying them!