Summer Sprinkled Words Laced With Blackberry Jam!

This is Tasha Tudor's Garden-Click for a tour(tho it's in another language-don't see and English tour...hmmm-BUT-SHE does talk in English!)

BLACKBERRIES

Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving.
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.

The high, green meadows are glowing, as if lit from within.
I come to one bush of berries so ripe it is a bush of flies,
Hanging their bluegreen bellies and their wing panes in a Chinese screen.
The honey-feast of the berries has stunned them; they believe in heaven.

-Sylvia Plath

"You need not expect to get your book right the first time. Go to work and revamp or rewrite it. God only exhibits his thunder and lightning at intervals, and so they always command attention. These are God's adjectives. You thunder and lightning too much; the reader ceases to get under the bed, by and by."
- Mark Twain - Letter to Orion Clemens, 23 March 1878

Strawberry Lemonade

Tarte Au Citron

I'm very inspired by nature today! Words that pour like rain water from a glass mug, velvet heels that feel like a lambs ear, Blackberry Cobblers that brown in the oven, Glasses of Strawberry Lemonade that goes down cool in the garden, Tarte Au Citrons that reflect the afternoon sun in their glaze, the pond by my house in the early morning fog.

They are naturally luminous!