Singing has been a challenge for the past few days because of the pollen. Sometimes it's best to just go with the flow, so I went out for a walk to rest my voice and found these beauties growing in a dried up stream bed. The weather has been so dry that a lot of this year's blackberries are very small, although they are sweet. These ones are quite juicy: their roots have obviously found the water down below the soil. I'm not sure why the birds haven't had 'em, but there are such a lot this year it seems there are plenty for everybody. I stopped after a thistle attacked me (entirely unprovoked) and I stepped into the stream bed because it was hidden under the bushes. It was quite deep, but I escaped with the blackberries intact.