Myths and legends of the Bramble
IF no hedgerow was conveniently near, medieval folk fearful of vampires would plant a bramble close to the house, and at harvest time place quantities of the fruit on the threshold. The blood-thirsty zombies were understood to be obsessed with counting the berries, and if sufficient were presented, dawn would intervene before the tally was completed and oblige them to return to their grisly grottoes without sanguineous sups. Certainly, 2020 was a good year for blackberries and a bad year for vampires, for the season lasted week after heroic week with sweet and sumptuous yields.
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Some bushes offer more than others. The local hedgerow harvester will know which is most. Studies of the bramble, a relative of the rose, have been deep and prolonged.
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