themnax

this things used to grow everywhere when i was growing up. walking along in the woods in late august and september, before the weather cooled, i'd pick and eat them as i went along. not the fly of course, although more then once i found i had bitten into one, or more often, a small spider of some kind that had spun its web between them to catch them.

i'd always through the first and best one back into the thicket, to encourage and reward the little invisible spirits of the blackberries and where they grew, kind of as a way of saying thank you for their generosity too.

i don't think anyone had taught me about that in particular. it was just a thing i did because of how i felt about things in general.

i was happy with the spirits in the woods and they were with me. i wish my life could have worked out in such a way that i could have spent more of it there, though not without some of the tecnological developments that have taken place since that time as well.