rediscovering blackberry land: old memories vs. new garden rules
For years, I chased a rumor at work—a hidden patch of wild blackberries, just like the ones my grandmother and I used to pick on humid summer afternoons in the Midwest. I scraped my knees, braved the thorns, and finally, I found it: blackberry land, right here in our community’s backyard.
But as I stood there, sticky with juice and nostalgia, I couldn’t help but notice the sharp contrast between my childhood freedom and today’s tidy, HOA-approved gardens. Back then, we let nature sprawl and heal us; now, some neighbors frown at anything that looks too wild, citing property values and pest control.
Is it wrong to let a patch of berries grow for the sake of tradition and taste? Or should we all conform to the new, manicured look that’s sweeping our neighborhoods? As the seasons shift and berries ripen, I wonder if we’re losing more than just wild fruit—we might be losing a piece of ourselves, and the stories we pass down.
Have you ever fought for a piece of nature in your own backyard? Do you think wild gardens belong in our communities, or should we stick to the rules?
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