Saturday was one of those days I’ll remember for a long time. I spent the day with the OH, my sister and her fella in the countryside, picking blackberries and roaming around looking for water voles. For most people, it was probably nowt special, but for me it contained lots of the little things that make me happy, including sunshine, fresh air, food and family. Here’s a round up of the day in pictures:
Mud!
Cute little tiny frog!
Blackberries
Blackberry and apple crumble- yummers
I’ll end with a poem written by my sister, Rachel McGladdery
Jelly Babies
We braved the wasps and nettles,
feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs
and came home
Twice
with bags of dripping berries.
Elicited nods from sweet old ladies
and questions of recipes.
Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.
To see my babies lined up
neatly labelled
little bonnets
crisp.
To see the sun slant through the ruby
and feel that female pride
of storing bounty up for winter,
anticipating spooning scented jelly
on toast on steaming cold mornings
before school
negates the quarrelling,
the carping,
the thorns in fingers
and dresses ruined with purple.
I am,
in some small fragrant way
that kind of mother.
Pavlova Palaver 