There's a way. Believe me, there was a will. I wanted those berries with every fiber of my being.
This is almost 4 cups of berries, that I picked in about a half an hour. I took the wire cutter to the fence, and by judiciously snipping a few wires, created windows through which my arm could fit. It was still way too slow though, and I was limited to what I could reach. It is like those berries were taunting me. What can I say, I am a greedy girl. I wanted them all!
I remembered that through another gate, not terribly far off, there was a section of fence that was only four foot. By pushing it down a little, I was able to get over it. I can almost hear my friend P yelling at me. The ankle is still puffy and bruising, so I probably shouldn't be climbing over fences and walking over rough ground through tall grasses and weeds. But the berries won't wait!
Muwahahaha! They were mine, all mine! There were birds cussing me out the whole time I was picking. I just told them that I pay the mortgage and taxes on this land, I'll pick what I want, thank you very much! There are still buckets left to pick, and more ripening. I can only do it while Mom is sleeping, so my time is limited.
Now, whatever shall I do with about 5 cups of blackberries?