Some itchy, sweet tales of summer berry-picking

by Kate Shunney

Two things come to mind when I think of berry picking as a kid – chiggers and cobbler.

No matter what clothes Mom made us put on before we headed out to the blackberry bushes – long-sleeved denim shirt, jeans, tall socks – I got attacked by chigger bugs. The bites itched terribly, no matter how much clear nail polish we painted on them.

Ripe blackberries.

Still, for a couple of sweet…