βMy berries cluster black and thick
For rich and poor alike to pick.
Iβll tear your dress, and cling, and tease
And scratch your hands and arms and knees.
Iβll stain your fingers and your face,
And then Iβll laugh at your disgrace.
But when the bramble-jellyβs made,
Youβll find your trouble well repaid.β
~The Blackberry Fairy, Cicely Mary Barker
Thought Iβd posted the finished one, but apparently not.
















