Blackberries After Dark
The days grow shorter. I rode home from the bakery in the dark. Past the bridge the smell of blackberries was sweet and strong enough to taste. I left my bike leaning against a post and found the thicket by helmet light. The berries were fat and shining. I ate all I could reach.
Next week we'll have blackberry snack cake. This week the cakes are full of blueberries and raspberries from Broadleaf Farm and nectarines from Martin Family Orchards.
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