the quest

 

 

//  Once upon a time we went on a quest, in search blackberries. Not the sort that grow in tidy rows in well tended gardens. The sort that grow tangled and twisted, as if guarding the woods and fences beyond. Within these thorny fortresses hide tiny jewels, bursting with flavor. As we searched, some were plucked and promptly placed in a bucket, while others wandered to our lips. Even so, the result of this quest was a pail full of berries; and no small amount of juice-stained fingers.  //