About three weeks ago, we noticed that the berries on the huge pyracantha bushes along the ditch had ripened. I don't know that I had ever really associated this with fall. I kind of hated them growing up--for their vicious thorns. As I get older and crave distance from my neighbors, and enjoy bird watching, I am appreciating them much more. (The berries DID turn/ ripen with the season, didn't they?!)
Comments