Ripe for the Picking
As kids growing up we would pile into the family car for the Sunday drive. Living in the city this was most often a trip into the country where we could connect with nature.
The car rides would seem endless and there were no videos, iPhones or iPads. We would play I Spy and word games to pass the time and maybe stop for a picnic on the way.
Once there, we’d fish for tadpoles, walk in the woods picking bluebells and our favorite would be plucking those wild blackberries from the brambles and eating them on the way home.
Hedgerows of brambles
The highlight of our summer
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Merrill is hosting Haibun Monday at D’Verse
tonight and she has challenged us with writing
about Nature and she shared some words with
us as prompts. I chose ‘bramble’