It’s blackberry season, which means I’m clearing out my freezer to make room for bags of berries. I think I can fit fifteen gallon bags in there if I remove everything except a bottle of vodka, so it’s also the season for forlorn little packets of leftovers. The blackberries are just starting to ripen on the hill behind my house; most are still green, and there are blossoms and bees. I like sprinting up there twice a day to pick. Serious blackberry harvesting calls for specialized footwear. If you look closely, you can see the duct tape on my boot where it was ripped open by thorns.