The wild blackberries have been truly amazing this year. My husband Paul turned this large bowl for me from a fallen beech tree in the woods and created a “Berry Basket”.
I love it. What a gorgeous centerpiece.
Dialogue with a Blackberry bush:
Karen: Black is beautiful! I’m so glad I’m here to pick the latest fashion in the August show.
BB: Can’t say the same for you…wearing that old, long-sleeved shirt, bill cap and jeans.
Karen: These are my berry pickin’ duds. Your branches are going to grab me as if to say, “Don’t go. Don’t go.” and my hide is delicate.
BB: Pick away, then. Yikes! What’s that?
Karen: Zeppi, my English Mastiff. She likes pickin’ berries, too. The bluebirds flittin’ around here seem to have an interest in them also.
BB: Guess they know how sweet wild berries are compared to those domestic ones.
Karen: They are juicy, big and yummy! Thanks a bunch!