It is amazing to me that there is such an uncivilized green space in a city. The park is well used by joggers and hikers and folks walking their dogs, but not a bit of it is manicured or anchored with picnic tables and benches and concrete walkways.It is both foresty and grassy and is crisscrossed with pathways through tall grasses. These days, the park is also about blackberries. They are plentiful this year and there for the picking. Not a native plant, blackberries can take over a meadow and must be hacked back each year. There are lots of folks who'd do away with them altogether, but then there are folks like me, who love to pick these succulent berries. Now is the season.
I've picked berries three times in as many days and Mary B and I will go to the park again tomorrow to fill another basket of these lush berries.
Yesterday I poured white vinegar over two bowls of blackberries. After 48 hours, I'll strain the juice through cheesecloth and pour the dark fruity vinegar into glass jars. I'll gift my sister and daughters with jars and ship the rest home to Houston where I'll use it in green salads thick with mango slices. It is sublime.