Berries

My cousin recently posted some pictures of some berries he and his fiance had picked. They looked so fresh and I wished I could reach into my computer screen to grab some. I think strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and all of the other sweet, delicious berries available locally for that short window of time in the summer are my very favourite kind of fruit. I don't need them in a pie or on shortcake or biscuits or as jam - plain old berries rinsed, put in a bowl and eaten plain mean summer has actually arrived. The flavour bursts in your mouth and for a millisecond the sun shines even when it is raining out...
When I was young, I remember travelling to the valley with my Mom, Nana and various aunts to go strawberry picking. We (well they...I mostly ate what I found) picked many flats of gorgeous, red, plump strawberries. On the drive home I was always tired from being in the sun and as I would drift off to sleep I had visions of strawberries - in fact I could see nothing else when I shut my eyes for the next day or so. I guess that is what happens after eating them for two to three hours straight! Mom would then take ours home and get them ready for jam and strawberry shortcake and all of the other recipes one can create with them. Later in the summer, we would walk to the top of my subdivision - this was before the condos and apartments and houses had taken over the forest between Dunbrack and the 102 - to go blueberry picking. This was much more difficult as you had to push aside the low bushes in order to reach the blueberries. It also took much longer to fill an ice cream container and I don't think I ate nearly as many while I picked or it would take too long. I don't think I went blueberry picking as often! Again, Mom would make jam and put them in pancakes and muffins.
My son got to have his own experience with strawberries - not with Grammie and Nana and the now Great-aunts, but still with me and his God-mother. When he was around four, we picked him up after a fun visit with Grandma and went to the local valley strawberry U-pick. We spent around an hour picking a flat - this time it was my son who ate each berry he managed to find. He took great delight in showing us how he managed to find the biggest and plumpest berries before popping them in his mouth. At the end of our visit there I took a photo of him - hoping to capture a bright, red strawberry smile, when he spied the camera and for the first time "got" me - he turned around and stuck his tongue out as if to say "hee hee...I got the best strawberries and you didn't". What a cheeky look he had on his face. While it wasn't the photo I wanted, I love it and even have it framed and sitting on my shelf. He fell asleep on the way home from the valley that day - tired from being in the sun. I wish I knew the pictures that went through his head as he slept....

Thank you cousin Bryan for reminding me of how wonderful berries are.