Blueberry / Blueberry leaves

With a picnic basket on my arm, my mother, brother and I once escaped from the midsummer heat into the forest. We waded through the sprigs of blueberries. Under the swaying tops of the pine trees, the light played awkwardly with the shadows and caused the blueberry leaves to flicker like light green flames in the bear moss. I was so enchanted by the lustre of the leaves that it took time for me to see the berries beneath them, that they were already round and blue as the hour between dusk and midnight. We forgot everything we had in the basket and only ate the berries. Even now I can't think of a cleaner sweetness. It is from this memory that I have fashioned the blueberry jewellery.