Blackberry-Picking

This time of the year, the thought of blackberries, it kind of gets into me and I think I'm going to have to go out and have the wellies on, feel the swish of the grass and just see the blackberries there waiting for me to pick them.

Many people will know that beautiful poem by Seamus Heaney called Blackberry Picking.

I can taste them.

Close your eyes and you see blackberries.