I fought the berry bushes and I am not sure who won.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
I have been harvesting wild blackberries for about a week giving the berries a couple of days in between to ripen. Today we went out to my Uncle's patch. It is owned by a cousin and close to my uncle's house. I just imagined that my grandmother used to pick in the very same patch. Anyhow, the berry bushes were taller than I was and they bit me. I have scratches all over, the patch even pulled my hair. The scratches turned into welts. But the more I fought with the bushes the bigger the berries were. It seemed that the best ones were the most painful to get.
I made two pies when I got home and my DD ate 1/2 of one. In total, I canned 8 quarts, made three pies, packed a bunch for lunches for DH and DS ate hand fulls. Tomorrow I will free what I picked in the last two days and I expect to have 10 more quarts in the freezer. Sunday, after I heal and get my courage back, we are headed out there again.
My DH would go but I will be sending him down the river kayaking instead. He just gets wandering and gets so lost so easy, no sense of direction in the woods. I spend more time keeping track of him then I do picking. At least on the river, I know that he is safe and I can pick.