The blackberry season is almost over. It came with great abundance and lingered long beyond its usual span. But now the fruit is squishy on the bramble and almost too fragile to pluck. Thus another blackberrying season has come and gone without the involvement it merits. The promise to oneself to carry containers on the… Continue Reading
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