Am I always this excited about blackberries? This year I have watched them changing from blossoms to green hard things that deepen to red and waited for them to soften to Violet blacks, and on every walk I go by these or those or find an exciting new patch and stop to see when. I guess I do get this anticipation every summer. It's a simple feeling. There's no reason for it. I don't even like them that much. But there is something about pulling on tall boots and running to the woods and field edges to get berries and possibly your 1326th case of poison ivy that just makes me sing.