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09 August 2010

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There is a park across from our house that used to be much more like a forest, it was so wild. Then the 'friends of the park' started pruning and now it looks more like a garden instead. I preferred the forest, but the park is pretty, too. Just now, before all the brambles are cut back, though, it is lovely and wild - off the paths, anyhow. We went blackberry picking yesterday and will return each weekend for the next few weeks.

Oh nothing like the first blackberries of the season, Shelley. I picked my very first up on Exmoor on Saturday. So sweet, so juicy. Lots of brambles in the wild part of my garden and the hedgerows are groaning with them, so will be making large quantities of ice cream and cordial in the coming days.

It has been almost 15 years since I was last on an English moor; I need to correct that soon.

The thing that strikes me about the countryside is that villages have edges. Neat and tidy. And so picturesque. What a lovely place.

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Thought for life

  • The House of Breath, William Goyen
    We are the carriers of lives and legends - who knows the unseen frescoes on the private walls of the skull?

Thinking about . . .

  • Daniel Klein, Travels with Epicurus
    I too listen to music more and more. Throughout my life, music has stirred me more than any other art form, and now, in old age, I find myself listening to it almost every evening, usually alone, for hours at a time.
  • Julia Blackburn, Thin Paths
    I began writing because I liked to write things down. I learnt foreign languages because they seemed to enter my head by a process of osmosis.
  • Joan Bakewell, Stop the Clocks
    I live contentedly alone. It's better that way and I am often thoughtful about what has been and what might have been. There are many like me.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Oh to be reborn within the pages of a book.
  • Patti Smith, M Train
    Why is it that we lose the things we love, and things cavalier cling to us and will be the measure of our worth after we’re gone?
  • Judith Kerr, Observer Magazine, 22 November 2015
    I don't believe in God. I find it much easier to believe in ancestors. I like to imagine they are pointing us in the right direction.

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