I maybe got a dozen of this size
I had one of those As Good As It Gets moments this afternoon. I was up the back lane, accompanied by three dogs, picking blackberries while Robert Powell read The Well-Beloved to me.
The weather wasn't quite as fine as yesterday and the blackberries weren't as plentiful as last year but it was good.
I remember picking blackberries with Zoe a few years ago and she was carefully selecting the biggest and juiciest berries leaving the scrawnier specimens behind while I picked all within reach. She would have trouble covering the bottom of the pail with the big ones this season.
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i have so many good memories of picking blackberries. this year good ones really have been scarce though!
xx
I wonder if it's just Northern Ireland. I still haven't got enough for my wine. And the elderberries aren't looking that promising.
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