Blackberry cobbler from wild blackberries. Mmmmmm.
When I was a kid I'd go out with my grandfather to they hay fields for the first cutting of the year at the end of May. My job was to listen for the sounds of tractor stopping and then drive the old farm truck out to replace cutter heads on the swather. (I was little when I was 8, so it was easy to get to the bar and change the rivets

) I would park that old truck next to a patch of blackberries and pick gallons of them while he was cutting. We would eat fresh berries with our lunch and later that night my grandmother would make a cobbler or a pie from the fresh berries served with a fresh scoop of Bluebell ice cream.
I miss those days.