Firsts

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First wild-picked blackberries of the season, collected in the verges around Duvall Park yesterday. Sour as heck, some of them, but better flavor than storebought. Much. There weren't quite enough to do anything with, so I ate them. But when I get another batch, I'm thinking I may try futzing around with the Sunset Magazine quick jam recipes. Blackberry-ginger-apricot sounds interesting to me.

Desk! We've struck desk, Corky! I put away a bunch of beads yesterday, and organized some more, and for just a few glorious minutes while I had the various bead-bins stacked precariously on a chair so I could wet-wipe all the dust off, you could actually see the entire surface of my desk from end to end, simultaneously. First time this calendar year, I'll wager.

And autumn. It's usually August before I get that first hint that the seasons are shifting. But this morning when I took Sarah out for her first walk, the wind was up, and cold, and out of a northerly quearter, and the cloud-filtered sunlight seemed shifted, and that thing in my head that always knows said, Fall is coming. There will be lots of summer left, I think, but the first scent of fall has come.