Blackerries, Indian Valley, Idaho
Thursday, September 23rd
Please check out today's post at The Days of Wine & Roses; it's the fifth poem in the "Heaven" sequence.
Tomorrow on Alcools? My translation of Apollinaire's "La porte" ("The Door.")
& tomorrow on Robert Frost's Banjo? No morning post. A scheduling change, in fact: Please note that B.N.'s story Still Life with Girl will be serialized right here on Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday.
Mmmmmm! More food porn. Your Blackberries ripen late! Ours were gone by early August.
ReplyDeleteHi Roy: Eveything's late here this year. Unlike the east, the west has had a very mild summer, & one that started late.
ReplyDeleteDelicious photo. Also reminds me of the Galway Kinnell poem, "Blackberry Eating":
ReplyDeleteI love to go out in late September
among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries...
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoem.do?poemId=2640
May you squeeze, squinch open, and splurge well!
Hi HKatz: I love blackberries--yes, squeeze, squinch & splurge indeed!
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