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@wicche@kvlt.zone In my garden I've got raspberries and saskatoons. The nearby spot where I can let the dog run off leash has a patch of raspberries that have spread through someone's fence, and we always stop on our walk to eat a few. Blackberries remind me of the year we lived in England when I was a kid. When we drove to another town my mom would spot blackberries growing by the road and make us stop to pick them to make a pie when we got home. My dad grumbled about the stop but ate the pie later.