This time last year

Summer in Washington. Ahhh, nothing beats it. Blackberry picking on Vashon Island was basically discovering a vital piece of childhood I had always been missing. I would disappear from the home we rented by the lighthouse and walk around until every pocket and bag was overflowing with berries. Batches of jam and blackberry pies, that's the nature to table I live for.


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