The Blue Berries are in season. Picking is a treat at our favourite barrens up the hill. The harvest is plentiful already and due to the heavy rains lately, the berries are plump and easy to pick.
Plink, plunk....the sound of the berries hitting the bottom of the pail. No, Sully, there are no bears here today to scare you.
Please don't eat my berries. "Pick your own berries, Little Sal." Mummy recited the dialogue from the famous book "Blueberries for Sal" by Robert McClusky.
I got brave and made a pie.
My new kitchen has tons of room to spread out and make a mess.
oops...forgot to photo the finished product. It was beautiful and greatly anticipated by dinner time.
You can see it was well-appreciated.
Jam making next????