It's an annual affair.
Blackberry season.
But this year we've had an abundance.
The hedges and roadsides are dripping with blackberries.
Glorious fruit just begging to be savored.
A single berry is a jewel,
a firecracker popped into the mouth.
Which perhaps explains the bittersweetness of last night's pie...
Last pie of the year.
End of the season.
Last pie of the year.
End of the season.
I licked the last crumb from the plate.
Shamelessly.
Every. Last. Crumb.
Boy, was it good.
Just the way I want to live my life,
aware and celebrating every morsel,
every single minute.
Never wasting it.
Licking every last bit of joy from
life's abundant pie.
YUM.
