Today was blackberry day.
We hopped bikes and trundled past the neighbors' laundry flapping on the line...
past the potato and pumpkin fields...
...down the road past Susan's farm stand.
I had to stop and gaze at the details (thank heaven for a patient husband)
like a dead beetle I spied beside the road, trimmed in iridescent purple and blue...
and the ladybug on elegant Queen Anne's lace waving in the breeze.
After all these diversions we reached the goal: a particularly juicy blackberry thicket.
Half an hour's labor yielded a bonanza.
Blackberries.
Then the result:
another glorious pie.
Tomorrow I'll cycle down to Barrett Road and pick another quart.
Blackberry gelato tomorrow.
I wish a friend would stop by for iced tea and gelato in the garden tomorrow afternoon. Any takers?
