I popped into the garden yesterday and was surprised to see a load of blackberries ready for picking. These blackberies have self set themselves - originally I think from a cultivar I had down the garden, but now free range as they say. Once the blackberries have gone the garden will be getting attacked and sorted out in readiness for next year. I intend to save some of the plants, just relocate them.
I have managed to get a pyrex dish full of them. Not bad for the first pick and I can see some bramble and apple jam being made. A family favourite. Later on when I get a few more I think it will be Bramble Jelly or "Bramble Delly" as my step-daughter Ruth used to call it as a child - and still does!
Of course there are still the wild brambles to come - a little later on.
The wheel has moved on a touch, ever silent ever gliding always there. Marking the passing of time.
NB since writing this post - this afternoon have been out for a walk and a forage and have found ripe blackberries - not many but definitely black and ripe; give it another week or so and they should be ready to start to pick - well at least round here