Sing a Song of Sixpence.....

A pocket full of rye.

four and twenty blackberries baked in a pie

When the pie was opened,

the blackberries began to leak.

Wasn't that a dainty dish

to set before the queen?

The queen was in her kitchen,

counting out her money.

Her daughters were in the bedroom

eating bread and honey.

The maid was in the garden, hanging out their clothes,

When down came a blackbird

and pecked off her..........heavens no!

Still basking in our summer dayz, we went blackberry picking on the hidden gem of the old Alameda belt line this morning. We came home with enough blackberries to make pie for tonite's dessert and jars of freezer jam to make it thru the winter.
dessert anyone?