Saturday my wife Dedra and my daughter-in-law Christine took part in an annual ritual on our farm in Grays Chapel, North Carolina. They picked wild blackberries. These black jewels are plentiful this year and the girls were able to get enough for a fresh hot cobbler and several jars of jam. If you have never tasted a wild berry cobbler hot from the oven, you don't know what heaven is.
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