So, the neighbors to the south told us that there are tons of blackberries in the pasture behind us, tons. And the little gate in their backyard–unlike the little gate in our back yard–still works, so they go back there in the summer and pick blackberries.
And, they said that we have a blackberry bush, right to the right as your coming over the bridge from their house.
Oops. Because Mom and I pruned the shit out of that brambly mess last fall not realizing what it was. I hope it comes back.