The Blackberries are ripening. An aggregate fruit, each bump’s a “druplet” w/ lots of thorny brambles. Catbirds and Seamus Heaney love them.

The Tweet: The Blackberries are ripening. An aggregate fruit, each bump’s a “druplet” w/ lots of thorny brambles. Catbirds and Seamus Heaney love them.
The Poem (I’m so glad Seamus wasn’t into tweeting!):
Blackberry-Picking

for Philip Hobsbaum

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,
Until the tinkling bottom had been covered
With green ones, and on top big dark blobs burned
Like a plate of eyes. Our hands were peppered
With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s.
We hoarded the fresh berries in the byre.
But when the bath was filled we found a fur,
A rat-grey fungus, glutting on our cache.
The juice was stinking too. Once off the bush
The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour.
I always felt like crying. It wasn’t fair
That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot.
Each year I hoped they’d keep, knew they would not.
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The propane tank guy ripped out the magnificent Carolina Wren’s nest. So they’re poking under the umbrella leaves of begonias. Hope & grace?

The propane tank guy ripped out the magnificent Carolina Wren’s nest. So they’re poking under the umbrella leaves of begonias. Hope & grace?

 

(Carolina Wren nests have an abundance of lichen, mosses, soft leaves, pine needles, paper, gentle twigging: The opening is on the side. Lovely, well, not now when it’s strewn on the ground. Perhaps they’ll recycle some of it in their new nest?)

wren wreckage

 

 

We may need to put the propane tank guy who cleaned out the neat nest under the tank cover in a Jail for Super Villains. (Luke’s made the label already.)

jail for supervillians

Chloe and I came upon the Wren Wreckage and just stood there, aghast. I had called the fuel folks and given them a heads up that we had such going on. No problem is what they said. I guess I thought that meant they could fill the tank AND work around the nest. Not so. Next the Carolina Wren calls out JOURNEY JOURNEY JOURNEY and begins again. I take a lesson from this. Our souls may find and grasp hope and grace amidst the violence?

 

 

#TBT Throwback Thursday. It’s the bears. Visitors to my house left this note after, yet again, the bears came back.

bearnote