On the trail where I run I was noticing the black berries starting to ripen. Over the next week I kept an eye on them and when they were ripe and yummy I took the kids out picking.
They really enjoyed it, although just like with the strawberries I have pickers and I have eaters.
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The good ones always seem to be in the middle. Michael stabilizing Seri so that she can lean in and get some good ones.
the little ones do pick them…..
only to eat them.
And when they get tired of picking them and eating them they find a comfy spot to just eat.
And eat…….
And eat some more.
I had grand plans of making pie and jams with these, but alas they were all eaten by the time I got to them and no one wanted to go picking again.
After they had all been eaten a good friend of mine asked if I had checked for little bugs in them. I guess they had eaten some and run across things that had already claimed the food. It was a good thing the berries got eaten or I would have thrown them out upon hearing this.
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