Picking Blackberries


Memories of Picking blackberries..

Up early in the crisp country air, the birds all singing, vines still wet with dew, pick some, eat some, stop for some breaky.

Home made bacon and egg Mcmuffins washed down with iced coffee made with real espresso goes down a treat.

back to picking. Eating more than what goes into the bucket, purple hands, purple tongues, the thorns, the snakes, Rory has run off chasing rabbits heading for the dam.

Home again with the spoils, freeze some, stew some, May will make Jam with hers.

Relax with a cup of tea and freshly baked blackberry muffin.


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