Lovely Gertrude . What has become with her passing ?
Fruiting bodies became one with piercing thorn that drew blood ..  Laborious annual rites of wine and song !  Hearts asleep on the beat , mouth culled with desire !
Blackberry Summer , my mourning matriarchs embrace ..
A grateful benefactor of her loving hand and good graces this July morning , in the field of berries , with warm memories !!