I think we may have won a battle up here in Maine. Which is a good thing too, because I’ve become somewhat accustomed to losing them. First it was the Maple syrup that never happened. All I could come up for that one was, “Jay’s Sweet Water.” Not so good. Then, there was the Fiddlehead Fern thing that didn’t materialize. Lastly, we have a garden that only slightly grew. I didn’t report on this one – because it grew – only slightly. We’ll have to work on all three and change our strategy for next year to increase our chances of success.
The battle we recently won was one of the berry picking types. And we won it completely by chance. Laura and I decided to go for a walk in the woods and stumbled upon what may have been the most prime day for picking berries – ever. There were millions of them. Actually, I’d estimate the number of berries to be anywhere between a zillion and a hundred zillion.
We knew there were some sort of Raspberries up there. We just didn’t know what kind. Over the Winter and into the Spring, all we saw were the bushes. Without leaves and then with. Here’s what the area looks like with leaves.
Well, as it turns out, we’ve got Blackberries, Black Raspberries and Red Raspberries. And after we learned this, Laura and I went nuts picking them. We picked so many that we now have two large Ziplock bags holding berries in the freezer.
These pictures were taken about half way through our berry picking endeavor.
I figured I’d give you a sample of what we were picking. The berries look great, don’t they?
Now, I want to let you know that our entire day wasn’t about picking and taking pictures of Raspberries. There was an artistic flair to it as well. Let me show you want I’m talking about.
See how she did that? With the flowers?
As she was picking the Raspberries, Laura also discovered some grape vines nearby. Apparently, there are grapes growing in the trails at the end of the road as well. We’ll have to check them out in a few days.