Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the summers spent in the small Arkansas farming community many of my relatives still call home. Swimming in DeGray Lake. Searching the fields for quartz crystals. Riding my cousin's horses. And picking blackberries. Like all the best childhood traditions, blackberry picking had a routine to it that was almost ceremonial. First all the kids lined up to be sprayed with “Off” to discourage ticks, mosquitoes, and, most importantly, ...
Updated Aug 19, 2015 at 06:53 PM by Jeannie