Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God;
but only he who sees, takes off his shoes--
the rest sit around and pluck blackberries.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
We all prepare to work, knowing we'll get scratched.
Knowing also it'll be worth the scrapes, tears, and blood.
and I don't think we ended up with much that year.
It hasn't deterred us, though...this late summer outing in quest for blackberries. So sweet, juicy, a burst of delicious flavor, immediate delight!
The sunflowers are bowing their heads lower, paying homage to the sun that gave them life.
The squirrels are working hard to ensure we see not one single ripe walnut, reserving them all for their own winter supply.
And we, we head out to the fields to enjoy summer's grand finale.
But here, this evening, we stop to savor these astounding jewels. And store up a little for pie.
photos: blackberry picking, trip to SunRiver
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