'For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking.
Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.'
"Blackberry Picking" by Seamus Heaney
I love that there's always something ready to pick in our garden. Just as the cherries finish up, the blackberries begin and...well...they're a mouthful of WOW! An explosion of early summer on the tastebuds.
Though at the rate that these juicy gems are disappearing into little mouths, there won't be any left to go into the jams, muffins and pies I'd planned.
xx Em
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