Went blackberrying for an hour and a half this afternoon. I do enjoy this activity even though there is
a tussle to pick the fruit which is so well guarded by thorns and nettles and
the juice of many over-ripe berries stained fingers and clothes. Many have been picked now but there are still
more that are developing and won’t be ready for some time.
Surprisingly I found a place where blossom is still forming,
giving the bees yet more pollen to collect.
A few Gatekeeper (?) butterflies were in evidence though the grasshoppers were
silent. I managed to collect three tubs-full
and, having bought gelatine this morning, experimented with apple juice to make apple and
blackberry jelly. The jam made last week seems to have worked
out well but I will have to wait until tomorrow to find out whether the jelly
has set.
2 comments:
Your post brought back happy childhood memories of blackberrying. I love this time of year and my heart always lifts at the sight of the first ripe berry. Some advice from a seasoned blackberry picker, though (if the area where you pick is frequented by dogs) never pick lower than the lifted hind leg of a Great Dane can reach ;-)
Thanks for the insight - but I couldn't resist some in the lower reaches of the brambles...
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