Monday, 11 July 2016

Meditating with blackcurrants

Writing poetry, or prose, is like a meditation for me.  So is topping and tailing blackcurrants, this year's harvest, all 1.2 kg of them.  Yes it is a chore - now I know why my mother gave me this job, and podding peas, when I was a child.  But it has its rewards too.  The picking was not so meditative, more a pain in the back!  Anyway here they are.  First in the trug.  Then half of them ready to be frozen in the open.  Blackcurrant cordial is the plan sometime in the future.

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