You might have some country in you if you know about picking wild blackberries.
My dad and I used to pick wild blackberries by the gallon for mom to make jelly and jam. Her jelly was just blackberry juice and sugar, the rest became the jam. Both were to die for but mom could tell by the drop of juice on the end of a spoon if it would jell or not.
What a woman my mom was. Plus she made buttermilk biscuits every morning to enjoy the jelly or jam with. Our butter was home made from our Jersey cows we milked ever morning and night and our eggs were laid by our chickens. My afternoon chore was to 'gather the eggs' for our leghorn chickens who wanted to nest all the time and would fight for every egg. You had to wear gloves. Our ham, sausage and bacon were home made and hung in the smoke house.
Every May we would gather 'dry land fish' (morell mushrooms). They are wonderful.