September 9th

bindweed chokes the bay

smothers the fig, rose and plum

trees of my childhood

September 8th

in bramble havens

the fierce stares of blackbirds curse

blackberry brigands

The brambles on the moors are already heaving with fruit. I’m not that fussed about blackberries though, the pips always get stuck in my teeth. The blackbirds are welcome to them all.

August 2nd

Gooseberry picking

plump translucent green bodies

ready to make jam

We’ve got a small gooseberry bush in the garden. D picked our crop, I was pretty impressed. Will she make jam? I have no idea. She might just eat them. I’m not fussed about gooseberries myself, they are kind of hairy and make my skin crawl. I think they are my kryptonite.

A pic of our crop.