A walk ona cool morning yielded some delicious and unexpected delights. Blackberries which we spectacularly missed last year. Well we hit the metaphorical and possibly literaly blackberry jackpot. So many. So few tarty ones.
Because lets be honest here. While natures bounty is all well and good, blackberrying is russion roulette for your taste buds. And it’s brutal if youre not spot on timing wise.
Well, we were spot on. The kid ate loads and loads. As many as I could pick her, and time after time she exclaimed “sweet and juicy mama”.
It was an over all lovely walk, even taking the blackberry awesomenss out of it. Cool morning air with a faint woodsmoke tang, a little mist on the far hills as we set out that burned off as the morning progressed and warmed up. Leaves beginning to turn. Elder berries heavy on the branches. Dry grasses spiling seeds. A greenness that, where we live, spells the ending of a hot, dry and fire laden summer.
Hello Autumn. Welcome. We have missed you.
i LOVE the place you live…
we can’t eat a lot of blueberries, dad doesn’t let us eat in order to not to have stomachache… so we try to walk by ourselves!!!!!
it was a really fantastic walk, we try not to eat to many, although i think you have to have lots and lots and lots to feel too ill
Oooh, they look good! Some way off for us happily! Beautiful place you live.