My summers seem to have lost their magic. They used to be full of hiking, sleeping in the backyard under the stars, smokey campfires, craft camps and loosing a sense of what day of the week was.  But now, all I seem to do is work.  When I finally do have time to do something fun, I’m too tired to get out the door.  But blackberries always seem to bring back my summer. When they start to grow on the vines in front of my house, I can’t help but run out barefooted with a big bowl and fill it to the brim.  The taste of blackberries warm from the sun will always bring back a little of that lost summer magic.