We drove past a sign that said Blackberry farm.
We backed up and made a U turn and drove down the road.
We expected to see blackberry bushes but my Aunt said the berries were in the fridge, which indeed it was.
There was a metal box attached to the side wall that asked the buyer to pay 5 dollars. We didn’t see any cameras making sure people paid but we suspected there were. We paid our money and left.
The next night, we made blackberry dumping and ate it with butter pecan ice cream.
One of the most popular Uncles I have, Uncle Joe, who now sits in a wheelchair and doesn’t speak much is surrounded by family members during Thanksgiving.