Monday, June 11, 2012

Berry picking

I've been noticing lately that mulberries are ripening. One of my many great memories from childhood is berry picking. Wether it was mulberries, strawberries, gooseberries ... It doesn't matter. I do remember that the most fun way is to pick wild berries. The thrill of the hunt as you will. My mother was a master of free adventures.
Today, after I picked Wednesday up from camp, she was asking to go to the park and have fun. I was dreading this request because today is extremely hot and muggy. After we had a snack, it came to me. Berry picking! There's a local park that has wild blackberry bushes scattered throughout the paved trails. So I grabbed a basket and a small food container and we were off to hunt berries. We were able to almost fill our container.
Now, you may be asking, isn't a pint of blackberries only a couple of bucks? Yes, it is. But that is not the point. The point is to teach your children where your food comes from. There is something rewarding about knowing where your food comes from and that you went there and got it yourself. Plus it is a very productive adventure that cost me nothing.

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