A wild bramble or blackberry bush in flower in a hedgerow. The stems are extremely prickly. The fruit forms over the summer and is picked late August September. I can recall going blackberry picking out in the woods and fields with my dad so mum could make blackberry and apple pies to her heart's content. And blackberry and apple jam. I can taste it even as I think about it.
And here is a dear little bunny who just happened to catch my eye. Watership Down, anyone?
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