There is a giant blackberry bramble by the sidewalk near our apartment, and the harvest has just gone beyond its peak. (It has a rather long incline and a considerable decline, so that doesn't mean the time of blackberries is anywhere near over.) The other day, I saw three people gathering there, which was cute. I harvested enough for an enormous rustic pie last week. I think it's great to have this one communistic thing out there, and it makes me wish there were more fruit trees laden for public consumption. The city probably doesn't create urban orchards because of the fleshy/pitty/birdy mess that they would create, which would at least be a more beautiful mess than the generalized litter and grime of humanity.