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A patchwork from above.
Keeping mine from yours.
And those cows
From that Kale.
But with a beauty with which a strip of wire (electrified) cannot compete.

A delight through the seasons, hawthorn blooms mix with brambles. Home for so much wildlife. Here through the ages. Trysts long ago forgotten. A discarded copy of razzle.

It’s the sloes I seek. First frost has passed and I hope I’m not too late. I search, walking alongside the hedges. Midas has been down before me. Touched the leaves that stubbornly cling to the trees.

But I see my purple treasure.

And pick.

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Ah, sloe picking...good for the spirit...and a super drabble too!

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    I see what you did- v good! Thank you X

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    Drew Martyn over 2 years ago

    Two things i really like about this
    one - the visual entry into the main point of the drabble, the sense of motion as you almost swoop down and into it from above. And the sense of timelessness, the eternal, juxtaposed with the sense of immediacy, the here and now, of berry picking. Superbly done!

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Swooping down (like a wren) love it- thank you as ever Drew X

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    Neville Hunt over 2 years ago

    Is the wren symbolic? The class my wife taught was called Wrens due to her diminutive size. Like a wren she was quite proud of that.

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    Lisa Williams over 2 years ago

    Well, I have a lot in common with them. Small. Dumpy. Loud.
    Bear with... I've got a drabble about a wren somewhere. Also have one in a nest of my favourite pebbles on my desk. Just like them X

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