Thursday, August 15, 2019
A day of blackberrying...
...and gathering of rose-hips and - a new venture for us - elderberries with a wonderful team of great-nieces and nephews. In between bouts of lashing rain, we gathered the fruit, and in the busy kitchen washed, boiled, strained and stirred with enthusiasm, so now have jars of jam and syrups, all with hand-written labels. Most satisfactory.
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Makes me want to hop on a plane, it's 31 degrees here and even the rain sounds inviting. I remember picking blackberries from the hedgerows, and my mother making blackberry pies. The cultivated ones just don't have the same flavour. Your posts stir up memories..
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