Sunday, September 14, 2008

Blackberries

more berries

Sometime sitting down to blog inspires me to finish lines of thinking, but right now, all I can think about is throwing on some clothes, grabbing a bucket and picking blackberries. I am inspired by a mysterious woman with a long-handled pruner and a step stool who just appeared in our backyard and had been gathering a small red fruit that she shook down from a neighbor's tree. Cherries? I wonder if she missed any.

Part 2

berries

It may have been a perfect Sunday. After sleeping in (and grilled breakfast paninis) Dutch and I went to worship with the decidedly non-hip, non-emergent Luthies down the block. Not only did they print all the music notations to the chanting in the program, but they accompanied it to {gasp} organ music. It was comforting to know that their liturgy hadn't changed much in the last 400 years, and it was even more fanstastic to not have to sit through some white over hair-producted music leader imploring "lordjesus" and repeating "hallelujah." Right after the service we wandered over to the Park where I had spied some virgin blackberry bushes last week. We had dressed for church purposely in jeans and long-sleeved coats for berry picking. They were still there in all their prickly-branched glory, big globes of black-juiced goodness, just waiting to fall. We were there to catch them. We picked until our fingers were purple with blood and juice. Finally after extricating ourselves, we headed home, where I baked a blackberry cobbler (just following the directions on the back of the box).

5 comments:

H said...

blackberries?! I am so there.

Poulet said...

J'adore blackberries. Yum.

Kay said...

Brings back a lot of memories ... wouldn't know where blackberries are round here. Great to catch up on your blog again! :)

rosa said...

Worshipping with the luthies, eh? It actually sounds really nice, esp. the lack of the 'lordjesus' factor in worship, which I also find distracting, to say the least. Your Sunday sounds very domestic & nice. Last night I did an apple crisp and felt singularly homemakerish, also nice. I will say, that as delicious as that cobbler assuredly was, the top picture looks rather.....medical... I thought organs, not berries when I first saw it! (And thanks for the invite, I think we're coming!)

Camille said...

That was the first thing I thought of too, but I really liked the color and the way everything was swirling together. I know people who do food photography, and that is why they get the big bucks, because food is inherently scary looking, taken out of context.

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