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Infested
I loathe blackberry, horrible prickly stuff that is a constant battle in my garden. The pine forests are infested with huge thickets of it which are in fruit at this time of year. It might look yummy but don't eat unless you want a belly ache.
Blackberries with cream is a real treat Joan but unfortunately this plant has become invasive and almost impossible to eradicate ... We have it growing in our Adelatide Hills.
I should have written don't eat "these". Because yes they are yummy and if we pick the ones that aren't poisoned we are doing our bit for the environment, at least they won't turn into more seeds for the birds to plant. But put on your armour to go picking ... those prickles are relentless.
i used to go blackberry picking ... I have no memory of the prickles, but have wonderful memories of purple mouths, and rivulets of purple jucie down each arm ...
Before the days of bad infestation, it used to be a yearly outing for we children. We'd all come back covered in scratches, stained mouths and buckets full of berries. Mum would cook them up into the most delicious pies :D)
We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything. Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this. The roadside monument says: In Memory of WILLIAM LEE (1794 - 1870) of "Larras Lake" a pioneer of the sheep and cattle industry and first member for Roxburgh under responsible government (1856 - 1859). This stone was erected by his descendants. --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an inc...
Our last stop on this trip was to see if there was anything left of an old town once called Frying Pan which was later renamed Yetholme. I knew Yetholme to be a roadhouse on the highway near the pine forests and didn't expect to find anything but again I was wrong. There was a lovely little settlement with homes, a neat community hall and a church still in use. The perfect spot for the creatively inspired. Apparently it was a tourist town back in the early 1900s and in more recent years was bypassed by the Great Western Highway leaving it to settle into its pleasant tranquil existence, hidden from the travellers speeding by. I remembered it is Tuesday so have added a supplementary photo to participate in Taphophile Tragics this week. This is St Paul's Anglican Church in Yetholme. The burials in the church yard date from the 1873 to the present day. You can see a little more of Yetholme over at 100 Towns.
Blackberries with cream is a real treat Joan but unfortunately this plant has become invasive and almost impossible to eradicate ... We have it growing in our Adelatide Hills.
ReplyDeleteI should have written don't eat "these". Because yes they are yummy and if we pick the ones that aren't poisoned we are doing our bit for the environment, at least they won't turn into more seeds for the birds to plant. But put on your armour to go picking ... those prickles are relentless.
DeleteI lived in armidale for a long time. This is a very familiar sign. I also love Blackberries.
ReplyDeleteA funny plant. Beautiful fruit but a horrid bush. I guess it has a good protection system.
ReplyDeletei used to go blackberry picking ... I have no memory of the prickles, but have wonderful memories of purple mouths, and rivulets of purple jucie down each arm ...
ReplyDeleteIt took me until the end of the second sentence to realise this was not a warning about mobile phones
ReplyDeleteHa ha. I work with Telcos so every time I type blackberry (the plant) I have to stop myself from typing BlackBerry (the phone).
DeleteBefore the days of bad infestation, it used to be a yearly outing for we children. We'd all come back covered in scratches, stained mouths and buckets full of berries. Mum would cook them up into the most delicious pies :D)
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