Berries, not just blackberries, are ripening early. This morning I note in a hedge the bright red berries of woody nightshade.
I look for a beautiful thing in the Grove on a wet, grey day and think of Francis Bacon's observation: "There is no beauty which hath not some strangeness in proportion."
Pepperdew peppers in bottle. They are small and red, and sweet and spicy at the same time.