These berries grow wild in the upper green hills of Sharon, Vermont. But the plants stick to you with sharp thorns - which explains why we only got a small bag full.
You need to hike a good mile from the Joseph Smith Memorial to get there. Or if you happen to know the right people (wink, wink), you can get there in John Deer style.
Greg is not a fan of berries - of any kind - esp in dessert. But he was a good sport and helped us pick some anyway.
Mom took such good care of us. When we got there late Friday night she had made huge rounds of fresh bread, rice pudding and this amazing chowder. The kids loved the chocolate milk and the subsequent blackberry tarts.
We love being up there with Mom and Dad. Life is slow, relaxed and peaceful.