We lived in Oregon. Do you know what wild fruit Oregon is famous for? You should just by reading the title of this entry. Blackberries! They are everywhere and in some parts of the state they are considered a weed. Not in the Roderick house. We all love them, especially just picked off the vine and popped in our mouths. The girls ate them by the handfuls, juice running down their chins.
We would go with our friends, the Grubbs, and pull their truck right into the patch and stand in the bed and pick buckets of the dark red delicacy. The vine has lots of stickers so picker beware. Kids learn real fast how to be careful and strategic about their personal technique at obtaining the yummy berry. Lots of laughter and full bellies on those picking days.
Many times we would get home and have way to many berries to deal with so I had a plan for the girls. I saved the little baskets that strawberries come in when you purchase them at the store. I filled those little baskets with blackberries. I then took the little baskets and put them in the girls wagon. The girls went to our close neighbors and sold them for $1.00 a basket. They were so cute pulling their wagon and eating a berry or two while giving their sales pitch. They loved to go to Target and pick out something special with the money that they had earned.
That must be where they refined their skill in the retail market.
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