In the late 90’s there were wild blackberries all along Wild Azalea Lane. I can remember taking a big bowl with our neighbors’ kids Seton and Mary Clare at the beginning of July to pick them. Then, without warning, they no longer bloomed. I screamed when I saw them blooming in my front garden this week. I noticed a thorny plant growing between the Vitex a while back, and even told my mother in law that I thought it was one of the rose plants she gave me a while back. But those white blooms gave away the secret. Crossing my fingers we will have big, juicy blackberries again this summer!