Wednesday, 12 October 2011


He turns left at the end of the drive and takes the lane that leads to the church. He runs, because he barely ever walks, and when he reaches the exact point in the hedgerow where the last of the blackberries are clustered, he points at the hedge and cries "Bewy - Peeee!"

And if you lift him up so that he can reach the fruit for himself, he squishes the ripest berries with his little fingers before popping them greedily into his mouth, and only the black stains on his lips remain as a testament to the joy that they brought him for an instant.  

1 comment:

  1. Is this THE post that captures the vibrant life of your family? Or am I just enchanted by the smiles?