A couple encounters with the Himalayan blackberry – one tasty, one scratchy – inspired our editorial Thursday on the predatory plant.
First encounter: I parked my Subaru here in the morning against a median where blackberry vines are proliferating. I come out in the afternoon and – I’m not making this up – a vine has reached up three feet over the hood of the car.
Spooky! Could this plant be an alien invading from Alpha Centauri?
Second encounter: My colleague, Cheryl Tucker, brought in a blackberry galette (a rustic tart) Tuesday morning. Delicious. Where did she get the berries? From the parking lot here at The News Tribune.
You eat them, or they’ll eat your car.