When the last of the summer sunshine warms the black berries on the brambles it brings back a torrent of powerful memories , I am reminded of the times my dad, sister and me would set of from my mums kitchen with a plastic tub in hand. We were lucky enough to be brought up within a few minutes walk from the freedom of some perfect open spaces, and the thrill of setting off to hunt for these specific jewels, was the prize of late summer.
I loved it. I loved the joy of heading out for what was invariably an adventure with my dad. No clue where we would end up and what treats would be bestowed. And, after a long walk we would call in the shop for a bottle of cherryade and a bag of sweets. But the best bit.....the bit I remember most was the conflicting pain of pulling off a ripe black berry and feeling the sting of the thorns scratching your skin. Nature’s way of setting you from your quest. But the single minded joy of the perfect juicy gem, warm and delicious was simply perfect! I can, when I close my eyes, relish the sting of my sore fingers and the stained purple tips that was my reward for the black berries.
I don’t remember much of the trip home, tired and full of cherry pop, but I do recall the shear joy of the Apple and BlackBerry crumble. Putting your spoon into the crunchy topping and discovering the warm fruit and the joy of custard.
Now a days I know of the need for connection with your surroundings. Especially with my children attached to their electrical gadgets for most of the day. I am not trying to force a ‘Good life’s version onto them but more an understanding of how the outside effects us. By more so where food comes from and how it is that it gets onto our plates. Food comes from nature. It is seasonal and perfect. Eating strawberries which are now available all year round has somehow lost the magic of those first special fruits in the heart of summer x