Fragrant Quote for December 1st, 2012-Blackberry Days from Prose pastorals By Herbert Milton Sylvester

Blackberry Gathering

How clearly these sounds climb the steeps of the mountain, and with them I hear the noisy rattle of wheels over the stony ruts and outcropping ledges of this road; but it is time to think of home-going. Down through the yellow brakes, through thick tangles of fallen tree-top and flaunting fireweed, breaking many a silvery, invisible barrier of spider's subtile weaving stretched across our way, leaping, slipping, and tumbling over one obstacle after another, we go to our pails, which we find undisturbed, and are soon in the logging road. My honey-bees are silent, but my blossoming thoroughwort is not forgotten, and I have plucked it on my way to the road. What tired, hungry children we were, and how prosaic the highway after the outlook of the mountain! What appetites were ours in those days, when every wind that blew brought its fill of zest! Our progress homeward is a silent trudge, but the pictures of those blackberrying days can never be forgotten; and what golden treasures they are! What halcyon thoughts does the aforetime country urchin cherish of birds in air, of flowering uplands and meadow brooks, of breezy hill-tops, of smoking ricks and fragrant clover-swaths new-mown, of June, and of October woods with their yellow mists, of hooded Indian summer and bare November, gray with lowering skies and spitting snows, and of homely country by-ways. Life is the better, purer, and more hopeful for every boyish tramp of ours.

Prose pastorals

 By Herbert Milton Sylvester