"Oh," I said, "I love berries too!" "Well come on," she said, "Let's go get some now." Off we went to the back yard where we all stood under her mulberry tree picking the berries and popping them in our mouths.
Later, my neighbor insisted that we go over and pick more mulberries while they were away for the weekend. We did just that and came home with about 4 cups:
We turned the berries into lemon-mulberry muffins and gave some to our neighbors:
Then, with our neighbors gone again, we went back on Monday. Mommy didn't stop to think what would happen to bare feet under the mulberry tree:
But, we came home with plenty of berries for dessert:
We did walk down to the woods to check the progress of the black rasberries. They are beginning to ripen! Just the first berry on each stalk, but enough to remind ourselves how WONDERFUL black rasberries really are!
Someone else knows about the black rasberries though. The grass was all trampled in front of each berry spot. I couldn't figure out if it was done by people, or maybe deer. Anyway, I suppose I do need to share. :)
4 comments:
It's such a good feeling to pick your own food. Those berries look nice. There is a local berry farm where Ryan and I want to pick soon, and they said black raspberries are ready. I don't think I've ever had them though. Are they the color of blackberries but with the taste of red raspberries?
Blueberries are also ready to pick.
Oh, my goodness. Those little purple feet are sooooo cute!
The berries look yummy! And the muffins! And I love those stained little feet. :o)
My DOG beat me to my raspberry canes this last summer - it's a comic sight seeing a dog eating raspberries from the bush.
Rachel L
Ah Heather. . you have my mouth watering for some mulberries. Here we don't have mulberries. . but we do have blackberries. .and plenty of them. . want to swap?
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