We Stain Our Fingers

Yesterday I was walking home from skytrain along Lougheed highway and noticed that the blackberry bushes already had ripe berries on them. So I picked a few and ate a few. They are quite small this year, probably because of the heat, which accelerated ripening; however, they were delicious--sweet, rich, dark, and slightly warm from the sun.

I love blackberry season--it turns the regular Vancouverite into a livin' off the land gatherer and scavenger.

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