Season’s first ripe blackberry

The wild blackberries here on the mountain are a two-edged sword. The berries are delicious (especially when cooked into a cobbler with a lemon cornmeal crust), but the harvest is a thorny affair that often results in ripped sleeves, pierced digits and purple fingertips. Spotted the first few ripe ones yesterday.

(Drops head sheepishly) Yes. I ate them.

6-11-16 First Blackberry

Pollinators in the brambles

The brambles have bounced back nicely from last year’s drought with pink blooms beckoning pollinators of all kinds. It won’t be long before we’ll have to dust off that blackberry cobbler recipe.

Post No. 100

It’s a good day for post No. 100. A quick 15-minute amble around the house and yard produced a pint of sweat and a bushel of frames. A sampling from this morning’s walk n’ shoot.

Ready to Fly

Seed head parachutes await the wind
Colt's foot seedhead parachutes await the wind. (photo illustration)


Yellow butterfly on  leaf
It's hard not to be captivated by colors in the Ouachita Mountains. You just have to look closely.


Gray butterfly on yellow dill blossoms.
This gray butterfly, and another insect pollinator below, make a stop at the volunteer dill. This is the second straight year for volunteer dill, right next to the 6-foot volunteer sunflowers.


Skipper resting on leaves
This butterfly rests in the shade among wild blackberries.

Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

Orange bug with zebra striped legs
His mother dresses him funny.

Berry thorny.

Wading into the thorny bramble provided a basket full of blackberries, with a side of punctures.

Gloved hand holds blackberries
BEFORE: Purple-stained gloves come with a morning round of berry picking.

Postcript: Wading into a French cookbook yielded a traditional tart with fruit and custard.

Blackberry tart a la Francais
AFTER: Dessert

Blue sky. Blackberries.

The first fruits of this year’s wild blackberry crop were ready for picking. ¬†Styling three berries IS a challenge. Eating them is not, though they will make a really small cobbler.

Blackberries on white towel

Blackberries in champagne flute.

The blue sky, champagne flutes and blackberries become an impromptu still life in a window laced with inaccessible, dust-collecting spider webs.