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














