I walked into the woods behind my mom’s house in search of blueberries. I’d seen some while I was running this morning (in a different forest), but didn’t have a container at the time. When I told my family about it, my sister told me there were some in the magical wooded area behind our home. However, I didn’t find them (turns out I didn’t walk far enough) and meandered along the path back to the house empty-handed.
On the way, I found these wild (?) red currants. I decided to let them stay where they were (not enough for jelly…).
Then I discovered that my mom’s garden is full of berries of all kinds. First, I stopped by the overgrown and slightly prickly raspberry bushes. I found a few dark red, ready-to-eat specimens (which I promptly devoured), as well as this almost-ready beauty.
Moving on to the next bush over, I discovered these (and quite a few more) gooseberries. I tasted one. I don’t think it was quite ripe yet. All in good time…
Beyond the gooseberry bushes, I found my niece (coolest 7-year-old ever, btw) eyeing some red, ripe strawberries. “I’m not sure if I’m supposed to pick these,” she said. “I think it’s OK,” I replied. “Berries are for picking and eating.” She held out her harvest so I could snap a picture.
Best. Strawberries. Ever.
I’ll pick blueberries tomorrow.
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