There is something oddly pleasing about blackberry mowing. I think it is the unknown.
You are fortunate you are on flat ground and your blackberries are so low. For a few of us blackberries are more than 10 ft high and so thick they stop the tractor cold. And then the slopes... But your property looks beautiful, you are quite lucky...
But back to the thrill. I realize there is an adrenalin high for me in mowing. First the knocking of stuff down , the pleasure of turning around and seeing it so different from what i thought it would be. But also the thrill of the unknown. Will it be a piece of iron, steel cable or a random tractor part that will make me fill my shorts, or will it be the random hole the crack addict dug that I will drop the tire into and pitch me precariously forward, yet still not reveal itself fully because of the overgrowth... Or the D8 catepillar that the neighbors swear is down in one of the ravines, just waiting for someone to stumble upon and restore.... Or finally the holy grail, the mound where the body is buried....
Yes for me it is much more than just the loud roar of the engine, the high pitched whine of the hydraulics or the weird singing noise of the spinning blades... It is the thrill of the unkown...
Oh man is this writers strike getting to me..........