Monday, August 29, 2011

A piece of England, crimson and blackberries.

1. Nick is standing under an oak tree watching cricket. I am picking blackberries. It's raining. Nick says later that this is England summed up -- all we needed was some Vaughan Williams playing in the background.

2. I love the broken crimson of bramble leaves when summer is wearing thin.

3. The sweet wild smell of stewing blackberries.

3 comments:

  1. When you talk about blackberries and bramble leaves, I always think of the old Wind in the Willows TV series, the show when Ratty, Mole, Badger and Toad go out to pick fruit in the hedgerows.... and along come the weasels!

    We don't have bramble leaves, hedgerows or blackberries around here... but I get to enjoy the thought of it vicariously through you today!

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  2. Ah, blackberries! And blackberry cobbler...

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