I remember spring coming fast on Daufuskie. One day, it seemed, we’d be worrying about running out of firewood, and the next day the heat from the woodstove would be running us out of the kitchen. Pine pollen would turn everything yellow. The leaves would start falling from the live oaks. And everything would bloom—including blackberries.
Blackberry vines are hard to live around. Sharp thorns catch your clothing—and your skin, if you’re not careful. Some vines would creep right into