The bramble thorn is the worthy protector of the sweet blackberry.
The brambles in springtime are blessed with petals of cream.
The brambles burst forward with sweet black berries, their flavour a perfect balance of boldness and subtlety. As we pick and eat our fingers become a deep purple, the juice soaking so wonderfully into our skin. When it comes time to head home we will have enough to make a pie, yet we will also be comfortably content with the feast nature has given.
Bramble lane is called thus for the late summer blackberries that adorn the walkway.
One learns to respect the brambles, for they are so very serious about protecting what they nurture.