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  1. We've been picking them for the last few weeks, my wife eats more than she carries to the house.

  2. There is something about this time of Summer that always brings up Shakespeare. And yet an odd champion arrived, the covid-19 pandemic gave nature a thumbs up to thrive. Suddenly nature came home, the air was scented like quality perfume and…

    convolvulus–
    a bumblebee dithers
    over blackberry bramble

    Alan Summers
    Publication credit: Hermitage ed. Ion Codrescu (Romania 2005)

  3. I always think of our national poet Seamus Heaney's poem 'Blackberry Picking' at this time of year and I have recently been gathering and freezing wild raspberries and blackberries for fruit crumbles. Yesterday I ate a few and was rewarded with a seed stuck in a tooth for the whole of our walk – extremely irritating! However, this aspect certainly does not come across in Michael's idyllic poem; thoughts of sensuous (and potentially sensual!) summer nights immersed in nature does, though. :)

    marion

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