The top vines of the blackberries are growing quickly this time of year making it hard to reach through to get to the delicious blackberries inside.
Using a long-handled garden clipper, I cut then pulled long strands of the vines away from the bushes so visitors could pick to their hearts content.
Those exposed berries that were not picked for jams, pies and fresh eating became a treat for the cows.
The cows love berries as much as humans do and since I opened up a spot where the berries were in easy reach, the herd moved in and gently licked each ripe berry right off the exposed tangle. In the meantime, the vines that I had not been able to reach keep growing right out the top and over the area that had been trimmed.
Blackberries are ripe and the critters are enjoying the sweetness as much as we are. Blackbirds swoop in for the top berries poking out of the top of the hedge o’berries. Grey squirrels can be spotted running from the hedge to their den under the bridge. When I whack back some of the long, 8 ft. barbed vines and expose the hidden bounty, the cows nibble the tender tips and exposed fruit.
The dogs don’t wait for me to clip back the thorny vines, they just dig right in.
On this day, only the back end of the Jackson can be seen as he is heard snacking and smacking on the sweet berries.
The Logan and Raspberries bit the dust so to speak. This heat wave has dried out any berries that were trying to mature and the producing vines dried up as well. That season is officially over.
The same heat that cooked the Logan and raspberries has begun turning the blackberries ripe in a hurry.
So far I’ve only found one or two ripe enough to eat without puckering. But with continued warm weather scheduled, we will have to call all neighbors, friends and family to gather as many berries as they would like.
Looks like only a day or two before we are truly in wild blackberries are ripe.
The view from the bridge shows one worker hard at the task of trimming back the blackberry bushes.
While other cows and calves were resting comfortably in the field this cow was doing her best to trip back the new tips of the row of blackberries that grow alongside the bridge on one side of the river.
We harvest these blackberries in the summer and early fall. Since there are so many growing in this area, there is more than enough for the cows to trim them and for us(along with neighbors and friends) to get our share of the delicious fruit.
For many friends, relatives and neighbors, this is the shout out to remind you that it is almost purple season here on the farm. Start getting your containers ready!
The blackberries will be ripe and in abundance starting this week and the plums are starting to turn color. Both fruits are well known around here. Visitors come from near and far to load up on the wonderful fruits.
We enjoy being able to share this bounty, and look forward to hearing your stories as you come to harvest.
The debate heats up as the weather warms. I always refer to the proliferation of swallowtails as flutterbys, it is much more appropriate than saying butterflies if you ask me.
Either way, it is good to see the delicate creatures come back in force.
We had visitors to the farm the other day and we were taking a walking tour. When we passed the hedge of blackberries in full bloom, the swallowtails delighted the crowd with swoops and dives and near misses with the visitors. The blackberries were just humming with millions of bees accented by hundreds of flutterbys.
Cameras came out and pictures were snapped. The insects were pretty busy with their tasks and moving quickly from spot to spot, I’m not sure if anything was in focus.
Later in the summer, when the temperature climbs above 90 degrees, these butterflies can be seen down by the river. They congregate in groups around small sand bars at the edge of the river to sip refreshing water and to keep cool.