Blackberry Picking
Afternoon stroll
On a lovely sweet-scented afternoon Rose walked through the meadow…
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Reach
…to the blackberry patch.
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Scratch
She filled her pail, avoiding the thorns when possible…
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Harvest
…and walked home through the windfalls and the Queen Anne’s Lace.
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Thank you for such idyllic narratives of the doings of the Quimper Hittys. These portrayals bring calm.
This was a very pleasant part of the day, I am glad you could enjoy it with us!
Please send one yo México haha.
It must be a great time!!
A very nice time, and lovely to have 6 l. of blackberries to share!
Wondering if there will be blackberry jam or blackberry cobbler on tap in the Quimper Cupboard. A lovely jaunt in the field with Rose. Love her bonnet!
Usually we will eat a few for breakfast and dessert, and then freeze the rest! Rose’s bonnet suits her, I think, and is perfect to shade her from the hot sun!
These scenes sort of go along with Sylvia Plath’s poem, “Blackberrying.”
For a while, from Rose’s point of view there did seem to be Nothing but blackberries, and Ebon in the hedges, yes!
Rose looks so pretty in her berry colored bonnet. She is lucky she got to those ripe blackberries before the birds spotted them. Queen Anne’s Lace is in bloom here also…it looks so beautiful in the meadows among the other wildflowers.
There were so many berries, plenty for us all, and lots leftover for the birds and wasps! We love the Queen Anne’s Lace too, such a beautiful flower!