A couple of weeks ago, Betsy and I drove south for an hour, and found some "local" blackberries. The climate in the Lewiston valley is very different, so while blackberries won't grow here, they thrive down there. So we picked lots and lots of berries. I got eight pounds. I saved some for pies, but some was destined for the jam jars. I'd been freezing my raspberries all summer, too, so I was finally ready to unload my freezer. The girls went to Betsy's house for the morning, and I made jam!