THE BIRTH OF A COBBLER

Love is to the heart what the
summer is to the farmer’s year —
it brings to harvest all the
loveliest flowers of the soul.


~Author Unknown

 

 

 

 

 You spot the vines earlier

in the season than you remember,

didn't it use to be in June?

 

Soon there are flowers dotting

all around and a sweet scent fills

the air; before long the

petals fall and little green berries

begin to form.

 

You watch as the berries go from

green to red knowing you aren't

the only one waiting, the birds

and deer are watching too.

 

The rain has fallen just the right

amount to fill out each pod of the

berry and the sun has been warm

enough to turn each jewel from red

to a beautiful deep black-purple.

 

You wake early, pulling on jeans

and a long sleeve shirt despite the

heat, red bugs and ticks are out

in full force. You slip into your

boots and grab a bucket as you

head out the door. Briers snag

your pant leg and scratch your

hands sometimes leaving little

splinters that are almost too small

too see.

Slowly your bucket fills, two for

you, one for the wildlife, two for

you, one for the wildlife and so

it goes until your bucket is filled.

 

Back inside once again you wash

and drain the berries, leaving them

to drip in the strainer as you pull

out a mixing bowl and begin to make

a batter similar to sweet biscuits,

it's not long before a cobbler is

bubbling away in the oven.

 

Not long after dinner, served
still warm with homemade ice

cream melting in a puddle around

the bowl... Yes, it's just like I remember!

 

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