Welcome to the attic of my mind. Mind the stairs, click the light on and have a rummage around my thoughts on writing, the art of everything second-hand, the natural world, music . . . just about everything. Probably not much about sport.
Saturday, 14 July 2012
I hope you like jamming' too
It's the height of jam-stress in the compound. All around are trees laden with this wonderful fruit, and nobody except us seems to be collecting us. This mystifies me each year . . .
We missed the 'nefler' season this year; really, no-one collects them: odd small, orange/yellowy fruits that have a interesting acid sweet taste, and amazing seeds like burnished gold.
Next fruit will be plums then a gap until pomegranates. Looks like a good year, the bushes are already full of miniature green-red grenades.
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