The hedgerows start brimming with ripe blackberries;
The light in the evenings fading a bit earlier.
It is time to take stock and harvest the fruits of the year.
Making the most of the sunny days whilst they last,
early evening walks, the land surprising us with hazelnuts ~ untouched by the squirrels.
An abundance of blackberries.
The hedges dripping in the weight of the ripe fruits.
My inner season matching the outside world perfectly.
Feeling similar to the thorns which kissed my hands as I harvested.
Low. Love. x