So this happened yesterday: buckets of blackberries, all harvested by our little family… and all from the side of the road!
I’ve been wanting to go berry picking with Lena for a long time, but I never got my act together while we were in the States. Back here in Sicily, I have never seen a pick-your-own berry farm.. and somehow I doubt that they exist here.
But who needs a berry farm? Elliott spotted brambles laden with blackberries when he was out on a bike ride with his soldiers this week. On Sunday afternoon he suggested we go back to glean and gather. We’ve enjoyed scavenging for blackberries on walks and hikes every summer we’ve been here, and the prospect of unlimited berries sounded too good to be true for Lena and me. We found a couple of buckets, loaded up the car, and drove through the sleepy summer afternoon to a quiet back road in the valley.
Note: we dressed completely inappropriately! Blackberry bushes are covered in thorns (“brambles”) and we got scratched up badly, especially poor Gil’s defenseless toes. (My bad.) Next time… pants and close-toed shoes for everyone!
We quoted one of our favorite books — Blueberries for Sal — over and over while picking. “Now Sal, run along and pick your own berries.” Kuplink, kuplunk, kuplank! “Sal picked three more berries… and then ate all of them.” (So did Lena.)
… and fortification.
Our buckets are full!
I think she ate almost an entire bucket’s worth of blackberries…
What were you up to this weekend? Did you have fruit-picking adventures of any kind?