There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered.
Nelson Mandela
(early season wild blackberries / middle of nowhere Troup County, Georgia / Julie Cook / 2015)
Bejeweled little beauties
Transforming in the May sun’s warmth
Like tiny chameleons. . .
They charm and captivate
First green then red
And later purple, maybe even blue. . .
Before finally reaching the lusciousness of black. . .
Bulging with sweetness
Beguiling and beloved
They bedazzle and bewitch
Tempt and bemuse
Announcing Summer’s triumphant return . . .
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