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Pick some Black berries in Woking, UK
There were these long shoots of a spiky plant, that had poked their heads under and over the wooden fence, into my sons garden in the UK. There were very pretty leaves, adorning the spike, but there were heaps of thorns everywhere, even on the leaves. Trying to cut them back was tough as the thorns were so sharp they pricked my hands, through my gardening gloves.
Lucky I just left a couple to grow high above the fence, as my hands could not reach them. In a month, I noticed that the pretty white flowers on the spike, had turned into berries, which from green turned pink and then a magenta to finally black.
Then to my astonishment I realised that the 'weed' had become luscious black berries. Juicy, squishy berries which could be picked and popped into the mouth to slurp and enjoy. Just a punnet of them in the Sainsburys of Tescos cost three pounds and here was nature's bounty everywhere, ripe for the picking and best of all for free.
We never understood the large tangle of the thorny shrubs, in the middle of an open commons on the way to the park, which we noticed but avoided everyday. It was a massive tangle of spikes and then suddenly it burst into hundreds of white flowers and the berries came out in their thousands. Just before I left the UK I took a bowl from the house and picked as many berries as I wanted. They were delicious and what made them sweeter was, that they were free!
The entire poky shrubbery teeming with nettles, was loaded with first the pinkish fruit which we noticed just cursorily as we walked past. It was only when we noticed a bunch of kids filling their shirts and frocks with the ripe fruit that we realised the bonanza there before us. I was silly enough to bring a big bowl and start filling it. But the kids had beaten me to it and only those around the nettles remained. Not to be outbeaten I picked away and got merrily stung by the sly nettles, and suffered for a whole day applying calamine to soothe the stings!
There were plenty along the way in the park as well. All along the path which went through the park, one side was loaded with blackberry shrubs. There too there were hundreds of fruit, plenty for both the birds and us humans.
I later wondered if a juice or jam could have been made of the fruit. There was so much, and they were all ripe and sweet. But between baby Natalie and me, we gobbled up the fruit never giving a thought about making jam or juice at all.
For me coming from India the various different berries out on the supermarkets were fun to try. Strawberries, gooseberries, raspberries and blackberries. The summer was filled with the joys of these berries, but the Blackberries were the most fun of all 'cause they were growing every- where and we could pick them for free!
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