The blackberry flowers out in May and that means that the fruit can't be too far away...
The farm is swimming in blackberry bushes (and their thorns).
What's the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing...
~Henry David Thoreau
Monday, May 19, 2008
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