My fingers are stained with blackberry juice. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to devour the berries as soon as I picked them, considering what rabbits may have rubbed against them and what trucks may have spewed noxious fumes in their general direction, but I just couldn't help myself. It's warm outside, and somehow they're cool and sweet and dripping with pinkness.
In other news, the black cherries are starting to form little green cherries, I spotted my first trumpetvine blossoms of the year (again, I think it's early!) and the little elm seeds have started to fly and are everywhere.
In other news, the black cherries are starting to form little green cherries, I spotted my first trumpetvine blossoms of the year (again, I think it's early!) and the little elm seeds have started to fly and are everywhere.