Raspberries Upon St Thomas' Day
Being the shortest day of the year . . .
I walked up the hill towards Rottington this afternoon and saw raspberries growing in the hedgerow below my partner's sister's house. They looked ripe and pendant fruit, and fell easily into my hands. The slight surprise of finding them mildly sour to the taste was far outweighed by the sheer astonishment of being able to pick them at all on mid-winter's day.
I walked up the hill towards Rottington this afternoon and saw raspberries growing in the hedgerow below my partner's sister's house. They looked ripe and pendant fruit, and fell easily into my hands. The slight surprise of finding them mildly sour to the taste was far outweighed by the sheer astonishment of being able to pick them at all on mid-winter's day.
posted by Nick at 6:00 pm
3 Comments:
Global warming, I believe it's probably exponential, we still in autumn here last year we had 2 metres of snow now......
Worrying times.
Maybe the chaos at Heathrow will make the bad people who fly think again. They are to blame for your unseasonal raspberries.
It's been in the 60s (F) here for two weeks. That's not unheard of for these parts, but it sure doesn't feel much like Christmas, either.
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