Monday, 13 June 2011

Gooseberries















Should have waited, got them to smile. Should have clicked when they were just picked, like wine beads in the sun, my hands still feeling the scratches from ruthless thorns. I should have held on, taken shots of meringue dessert, still warm on the plate. I should have slowed down, clicked those last few crumbs, that curving line of syrupy juice, the softened pips that were licked when no-one was looking.

And there they were gone. Delicious! This year's gooseberry crop was a small one, but perfectly formed into dessert that disappeared before I thought about anything else. How it should be, of course, but this meant that I didn't take a shot for you to see. (The eagle eyes among you will recognize this photo from last year.)