Overindulgence

Overindulgence

I ate berries all day. When I stood up from the toilet it looked like I’d house-trained a bear.
The Joys of Summer

The Joys of Summer

  The air is stagnant filled with the sweet smell of blackberries fermenting under the hot August sun A large animal, grazing the brambles An expert tracker would be hard-pressed to distinguish my scat from that of a bear shapeless, black, and filled with...
Cornbread and Blackberries

Cornbread and Blackberries

  I enjoyed a relaxing morning, another day off, due to The Contagion, with Dutch oven cornbread and fresh blackberries for breakfast. The cornbread was left over from a recent camping trip; the blackberries were picked this morning. I tarted it up with butter,...
Walking Through My Memories

Walking Through My Memories

At lunch, I usually take a walk, just to get away, out of the office. I often walk along the old pipeline above Indian Creek.   It’s a little different now than when I was a kid. The water is gone and the pipe has fallen into disrepair, but most of it is still...
Blackberries

Blackberries

  I am at the side of the trail, eating blackberries just as fast as I can pick them. They stain my fingers red and dissolve in my mouth, this one sweet, that one tart. Thorns tear at my forearms as I reach inside the briars to twist free another berry. The trick...