Wild Blackberries

I had one awkward moment when picking this morning. The thorns of one cane caught my pants, the thorns of another cane caught my sleeve, and I moved my hand without looking, the thorns of a third cane catching my flesh. Thankfully, no one heard my yelps of pain. I know, I know, I have to get rid of these nuisances, but I'm going to wait until I get one more bowl of berries.