Nights are drawing in and the morning air is noticeably cooler. As much as I don’t want to admit it, summer is coming to an end. While most of September is technically summer, autumn is arriving. While I’m never in a hurry to see summer go, I do love the fall – I can wear tights to hide my glowing white legs, put an extra snuggly blanket on the bed, and pick blackberries until my fingers are stained purple.
After a few years of dismal wild food hunting, it looks as though we’re going to have fantastic crops this year. The raspberries and strawberries have been excellent, and lovely blackberries are on the way. I’ve scoped out my foraging areas and plan to make as much jam and jelly as my jam cupboard will hold.
Fig and Pen 