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Four jars of delicious wild Blackberry Jam |
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Bubbling blackberries |
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Blackberries in abundance ready for picking. |
Seamus Heaney's poem Blackberry Picking says it all:
"Late August, given heavy rain and sun
For a full week, the blackberries would ripen.
At first, just one, a glossy purple clot
Among others, red, green, hard as a knot.
You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet
Like thickened wine: summer's blood was in it
Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for
Picking. Then red ones inked up and that hunger
Sent us out with milk cans, pea tins, jam-pots
Where briars scratched and wet grass bleached our boots.
Round hayfields, cornfields and potato-drills
We trekked and picked until the cans were full".
On this beautiful Indian Summer day, I set off to forage and pick wild blackberries in County Wicklow, to make blackberry jam. I know from foraging expeditions over the years where to find these hidden treasures in abundance. The world is certainly an abundant place if one looks hard enough.
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Beautiful ripe blackberries
from the recent sunshine and the rain. |
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Lovely blackberries picked from the hedgerows. |