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blackberries

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R. 'blackberries' October 29 2018 Jane TimsScan_20181029

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blackberries

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floricanes bend

with August weight

shape an archway

show the path

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through brambles

to lake

pergola unfastens

gate, entices

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pickers

into wicked thorns

sweet indigo

temptation

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primocanes snag

hems of gloves

ankles of socks

handles of baskets

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angry scratch

for every berry

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Copyright Jane Tims 2019

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Hope you are enjoying this blackberry summer.

All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

August 21, 2019 at 7:00 am

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haws and sharps

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As we trim our roads at our cabin, we sometimes get into arguments over what shrubs should stay and what should go. Most decisions are easy: mountain birch and willow are numerous on the property and will grow back; oak and maple are always kept because of their beauty and relative scarcity; alders disappear without the slightest consideration. However, whether to keep the hawthorn (Cretaegus) or let it grow, always takes some wrangling.

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The Hawthorn is a woody shrub or bush with sharp thorns, growing in thickets and along rivers, lakes and coastal areas.  Hawthorn is also called Red Haw. The red, fleshy fruit is used to make tea, jelly or jam.

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I think the shrub should be kept just for its beauty. Who could resist those bright red haws?

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My husband wants it gone. The thorns are long and sharp enough to pierce an ATV tire or scratch a truck.

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Who wins the argument? Beauty always prevails. Even those thorns have their own, terrible, loveliness.

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risk

Hawthorn (Cretaegus spp.)

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each fall, the hawthorn bleeds

with berries, impales

with thorns

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berries are difficult to gather

easier to flood, with red

imagination

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to strip the bush of every drop

Cretaegus draws

so choose –

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ignore the feast, or risk

a bleed to pick a berry

collude with birds

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see how waxwings hover

twig to twig, manoeuvre

in the thorns

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haws, of course, not wasted –

what red the thrushes leave

will rot

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nourish another season

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poem from within easy reach (Chapel Street Editions, 2016) –

one poem of many to celebrate the edible wild …

to order a copy of the book, contact Chapel Street Editions

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All my best,

Jane

Written by jane tims

October 1, 2018 at 11:26 am

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