We are getting quite a few blackberries off our three or four canes – nothing compared to Meredith, who lives in the midst of a lot of recently cleared woodland where blackberries grow like crazy! Still, we have enough for a cobbler or two.
I met my husband in a college course called “Dendrology” (for those who don’t know, that’s the study of trees and woody plants). Romantic, right? (I think so, anyway).
In any case, the professor called blackberries and their kin “tweeners” because they’re in between a shrub and a vine. Incidentally, I think he may have coined the term. You’ve seen it, though – the bizarre, thorny branches can’t quite stand up straight, but they also don’t cling like a vine should. That’s why I’ve staked ours with wooden stakes and twine.
If we had a larger crop, I’d probably freeze a lot to blend into smoothies and juices later in the year, but for now, I’m eating them atop sorbet for a refreshing evening treat!