Growing up in Tennessee we picked blackberries.  Not at a blackberry farm, but they just grew on bushes out behind our house or in the woods.  It was one of those things where we would grab a handful and eat them outside in the summer heat, sweat dripping down our faces.  It was a sign of summer.  Sort of like blueberries are, to me, a true sign of summer in Louisiana.

We are really lucky to have a farmer's market here where you can get fresh picked ones every Saturday through July, but what I really love about Louisiana is that there are blueberry farms, ones where you go and grab a bucket and pick to your heart's content.  It's the experience that takes me back to being a child in summer picking blackberries off a bush in the woods with my friends.