Well, the little blackberry still sits in its lonely pot, waiting to be planted.
Most of my yard is irrigated and gets a flood every two weeks. If I plant it in that part of the yard, I may not remember to water in between soaks and it will probably die. Otoh, it most likely won't tolerate the hellish summer sun so it might do better under some shade. Oh, Harold......!!
I wish it were so easy to grow blackberries - or berries of any kind for that matter - as it was back home. We never planted a single one; they just grew wild all over the place and produced like crazy. Every summer was a feast of berry pies and cobblers, and a chore of making jam and jelly.