Looks like I’ll be picking wild blackberries this summer, if I can remember to come back for them at the right time. These white flowers just sprang up without my noticing. I went away for the weekend and it was like coming back to a new field – every tree is bushy with leaves and the ground is covered with new flowers. It’s strange to walk around under tree shadows where it used to be open and light. It happens every year, of course, but I guess I haven’t noticed it before. Winter seemed so long this year, maybe on account of my being out of doors for more of it than usual. I hope the practice has the same effect on spring – I’d like it to last a good long time.