You know what the devil does to blackberries after the end of September? Well he renders them inedible, by one way or another and whilst there is no mistaking Autumn is creeping along, crisp brown leaves were crabbing along the path this afternoon in the gentle breeze. The weather has been far warmer and sunnier than one might expect, for the beginning of October. So I decided I’d chance my arm and pick a batch of blackberries. Some were so plum and ripe they rolled off the truss into my hand.
There was no shortage of juice either,
Many of the best looking were high, way too high for me to reach, about 10 feet up, amongst the branches; the birds will enjoy.
I tasted them as I went, and whilst not a flavoursome as earlier on in the season they were acceptable to partner with an apple or two, but I didn’t feel driven to gather enough to make blackberry jelly.
The best were in the sunniest, sheltered spots, as it seems, blackberries like cats, know where to find the hot spots.