Image - Tag - author: Luchy Polo s China Ink on paper
Late August, early September. It is another moment that I have inserted into the brain, when mature blackberries (Rubus fruticosus, L.1753) . Belonging to the Rosaceae family, is characterized by simultaneously flowers and fruit in the form of polidrupa, ie we actually see the fruit consists of various fruits, together with the same container in different colors corresponding to different stages of maturity green, red and black-purple. The flowers consist of five sepals and five petals are placed in the new branches to form bunch, ranging from white to pink in different intensities.
makes me crazy and take that part of me can not stop uncontrollable despite the stings despite the scratches, despite the swarms of bees and wasps ... good, rather than despite, entering a fierce competition. It's something that my family accepts a cautious, drag them to the roads dusty and sometimes I do not care they want or not, I am nothing assertive this is my wild time, so I resigned so pick the fruit and hold cans or bags for throwing me to go mine.
What I really like is to think that they enjoy the wildlife of the area and seeing the prices that small terrines in some supermarkets, well .... And I appreciate it even more wild and can access it.
That's the present, the historical one that corresponds to the Sierra de Madrid, with a summer dress for summer camp (camp), collecting the precious fruit of easily because my dress this year was two pockets on the skirt, je, je design I weighed very good. Pockets as I came with saddlebags to the residence. What I do not know is what my mother thought that at the end of the camp was full of splotches dress purple berries in transportation software and had suffered a crushing as a result thereof had begun to distill the sweet, well-colored juice.
I think removing stains and could never remember my mother's request to use a basket or bag for next time, while my father tried to conceal with difficulty, a laugh that betrayed the memory of a situation similar in its infancy. Whenever you come this time I am jumping from rock to rock by Guadarrama, my pockets full of berries, trying not to fall to keep the harvest of that day.
In my wanderings during the studies, the thing was worse because the issue was to go through the stone walls that define the farms near the reservoir Fleece teetering, one of them hooked me in a bush with such bad luck that I lost balance and fell over but not the bush if I took the leap and tore one of my twins .... I have a beautiful white parallel lines that run through a form of stripes, ha, ha are the scars of that passion and if I cross I see that smile of derision that says "does not sting like scabies but mortified."
Then came the quiet stage set, in which the issue became industrial, someone said I had the recipe for the jam and there we see all the buddies dick putting the kitchen, in Ourense, leaving unusable pots and pans, to make a few pots of blackberry jam once cold, could hardly eat the hard seeds imposing excessive and cooking.
Today, in my morning walk with Ardea, I discovered a new area and sampled the first of the year, something sour indeed.
Ultimately, for the harvest of 2010 and I have prepared the pots with handles and of course, located the best brambles.
Picture - Stork (detail) - author: Luchy Polo 
