O, blackberry tart, with berries as big as your thumb, purple and black, and thick with juice, and a crust to endear them that will go to cream in your mouth, and both passing down with such a taste that will make you close your eyes and wish you might live forever in the wideness of that rich moment. –Richard Llewellyn, Welsh novelist (1907-1983)
So, who is coming over? Grin. I can’t promise blackberry tart, but will blackberry cobbler do? Luke and I had a marvelous time gathering bowls full!