wild blackberry cobbler

Brambles scraped and scratched. The air clung humid against skin crisped beneath the sun.

Skin itched.

What’s that? Reach for it.

Ouch, thorns!

No, look there.

Wild blackberries!

Let’s pick some.

Hands stained ruby red.

What should we do with them?

Mom’s blackberry cobbler recipe.

Stomachs full. Contentment on a late spring night.

Life is infinitely amazing.

Hope you also had a great weekend!