I’m off down our lane, freezer bag in hand, to look for late blackberries amongst the hips and haws. Wind is soughing in the drought-tattered trees, the September sun is on my back, and overhead, a glorious blue sky is home to scooting cumulus. Behind the hedge, I…
Tag: foraging
In previous years, the tiny fruits on my Amelanchier lamarkii tree (commonly called Juneberry) haven’t ripened that well, but this year, they are a dusky plum purple, and for a couple of days I’ve heard the soft ‘chip-chip-chip’ of a pair of blackbirds swooping hopefully about the garden.…