morning bramble

It rained all night, after months of wall-to-wall sunshine.

The brambles have stood it better than most other plants, but these morning snaps of lagging fruit inscribe the history of the summer: the pent drupelets, longing to swell but half-resigned to abort.


(A little movement in the breeze, combined with the confusing reflection of surface water, was all too much for my phone camera to cope with.)