🍂 September blackberries

Book of TREE 2.61

I wrote today’s post in September 2022. Now I’m enjoying my third spring the Cotswolds. My joy is very much here.

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I’ve enjoyed my last blackberry season in North Wales. We are moving to Bristol(ish) in November.

The first blackberries ripen in early July. By the middle of the month, perfect, juicy blackberries are everywhere. This continues through August.

There are still blackberries getting ripe through September. I tried one last week. It looked delicious. It tasted exactly like I expect a September blackberry to taste, barely sweet and not a bit tangy. Not worth the hassle of toothpicking out the seeds when I got home. September blackberries look like August blackberries, but the sweetness and joy are gone. It’s time to start picking apples.

[Puts on Radio-4-thought-for-the-day voice.]

The seasons of your life are like a North Wales blackberry season. Everything might look perfect in your blackberry world but the joy has moved on to apples. It’s a thing you can feel in your heart before anyone can see it.

I left my last job when I was doing really well. I’d just been offered a substantive promotion. I liked the company and the people. Everything looked great. But the joy had moved on. My North Wales season was over.

I could have stayed, added extra sugar and lemon juice to the crumble (let’s go with the metaphor) and it would have been okay. But it wouldn’t have been great. When you look for the joy and discover the joy has moved on, you don’t do anyone any favours by sticking around out making okay crumble with September blackberries.

This idea applies to all kinds of seasonal changes, not just the big changing-jobs-and-moving-across-the-country changes.

Tuesday night Christine and I were chatting and listening to music. This 90s gem from Liverpool came on.

Follow the joy
Jeff