The blackberries are ripening just out back, and I spent a few minutes early this morning listening to the very happy birds while I was picking. Our variety is actually the invasive Himalayan blackberry. The oldest stalks are the diameter of small trees. They'll overtake trees and hillsides. The deer feed on them.
The old plum tree is loaded and needs another week to ripen. I gathered one that dropped, and it reminded me why I love to dry them and make jam. I wonder how mashed ones would work for pigment? I see an experiment brewing.
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