Despite our very different individual passions, every member of the O’Brien family thoroughly enjoys a good walk. This morning, after each picking a basket and pulling on our wellies, trying to avoid being sent flying by a whirl of over-excited dogs, we set out to see what the hedgerows had to offer. The blackberries are few and tart (the worst year in memory) and the rowans have already been gobbled by the birds, but the hawthorn berries are so plentiful that the bushes are tinted red from right across the valley. With high spirits borne of sunshine, a bright blue sky, and the picking power of a whole family, it didn’t take long to gather a couple of pounds. I’ll stew them tonight, and like yesterday’s crabapples, hang the resulting mush to drip through muslin into a pan overnight, and make jelly in the morning.
No comments:
Post a Comment