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The blackberry was perhaps nature's most unassuming of gifts, growing there on the brambles. There is was with that flavour so sweet and aromatic to the taste buds, there for any traveller to take so freely.

General

The sweet-smelling pinkish-white flowers of July have now gone and a rash of blackberries cover the early August brambles in assorted colours, there is everything from inedible green, to blood red, right through to squishy, sweet black. The brambles have been hacked back in places to create paths to the best picking spots and wasps buzz around the blackest berries. As I pull the berries away some of them disintegrate in my hand leaving me with noting but a few tiny bags of juice and sticky fingers.

By james, April 25, 2012.
General

I catch it in my mouth and break the delicate skin with my teeth. The sweet tartness explodes across my tongue.

By james, April 25, 2012.

Found in The Hunger Games, authored by Suzanne Collins.