The green is slowly turning to red and the red into black.
There is a seasonal anticipation and one in which we can reach back through the dense years to our aboriginal roots.
It is a reminder of our deep participative relationship with the earth.
The sweet drupes call to us and show the earthly abundance that surrounds us but is so often hidden from our tired modern eyes.
This simple sight then has the power to ignite our senses as we gaze deep into the thorn scrub and our own ancestry.
In this moment we are no different to the hedgerow birds and mammals who also glance upon this feast with keen expectation.
We are the ecology.
Our hunter gatherer souls find abiding peace in these places and it is precisely at these moments that we connect completely into the hoops of life.
The great wheel turns and we turn along with it.
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Photo: Ripening blackberries at Saladaviciosa. Courtesy of the author.
