There’s something therapeutic about picking blackberries on a warm, sunny day. In my mind it’s one of the most wonderful natural things about this time of year in the UK. Only taking what I can use, not too much, leaving some for the birds. Now I’m part way through making the berries into jam and just had a taste “Yum!”. This is all I’m saying: All the stresses of the world do not exist at this moment in time, none, zilch.
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Over Soil 